Bella
My face faltered for half a second in surprise, maybe relief, maybe fear, but I caught it fast. I stepped forward, closing the distance between us, hips swaying just enough to make the dress shift against my thighs.
He set the mug down on the windowsill with a soft clink. The room felt smaller suddenly, the rain louder, the air thicker.
I was crossing the line now. No turning back.
His eyes darkened as I got closer, my pupils expanding and breath deepening. He didn’t move away. He didn’t speak. He just watched me like he was waiting to see exactly how far I’d go.
My pulse roared in my ears.
This was it.
The camera was still hidden on the shelf behind me. Recording.
I just had to get him to cross first.
I stopped inches away, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his bo
