Levi’s POV
I slowly reached out and touched her hand with my little finger. To my surprise, she reciprocated, intertwining her small pinky with mine. She closed her eyes and exhaled softly, and in that moment, it felt like all the tension drained from my body. It was a simple gesture, but it meant the world to me.
“Tell me you’re not resigning,” I pleaded gently, trying not to sound desperate, although I knew my voice betrayed my anxiety.
Her eyes widened slightly, hesitating before she answered carefully, “No, sir. I’m just... hoping for the best but preparing for the worst.”
She released my hand abruptly, as if realizing the intimacy of the moment. A lump formed in my throat, and for a brief, dangerous second, I imagined wrapping my hands around her throat. Desire surged through me
