Laura’s breath quickened as Miguel stepped closer, his dark eyes locked on hers. The air between them grew thick with tension, and her pulse pounded in her ears.
Miguel raised his hand slowly, brushing lightly against her arm as he reached behind her. He leaned in, their faces only inches apart.
Laura’s voice barely escaped her. “Miguel, what are you doing?”
His lips curved into a subtle, almost teasing smile. “Getting what I came for," he said.
Her breath hitched. Is he going to kiss me? she thought.
But instead, his hand found the bottle of water sitting on the counter. He straightened slightly, twisted off the cap, and took a deliberate sip, all while maintaining eye contact.
Laura blinked, momentarily stunned. “Seriously?” she muttered, her voice betraying a mix of frustration an
