The penthouse door closed behind Iva with a sharp, echoing click.
For several seconds after she left, Caleb didn’t move.
Then he slowly leaned back into the couch and exhaled through his nose.
A long breath.
Controlled.
Measured.
He closed his eyes.
One…
Two…
Three…
He counted slowly to ten, forcing the tension out of his muscles the same way he did before a fight.
But this was far more frustrating.
Because his body clearly had different plans.
By the time he reached ten, the tension had only shifted—not disappeared.
Caleb dragged a hand through his dark hair and muttered under his breath.
“What the hell is wrong with me…”
His gaze drifted toward the hallway where she had disappeared only minutes ago.
And immediately his mind and body betrayed him.
Last night.
The memory
