Dr. Parker’s gaze flickered down to my lips before meeting my eyes again, his expression unreadable. I could hear the soft ticking of the wall clock, the distant hum of traffic outside—but in this moment, the only thing that mattered was the space between us.
Or rather, the way that space was rapidly closing.
I exhaled slowly, trying to steady my racing heart. "Would you like something to drink?" My voice was barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the delicate tension hanging between us.
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he lifted a hand, his fingers brushing against a stray strand of hair that had fallen over my cheek. The touch was featherlight, but it sent a shiver down my spine.
I should have stepped back. I should have put some distance between us bef
