The door closed behind them.
And everything changed.
The silence.
The air.
The space between them.
“You want to push me?” Alexander said.
“I’m not pushing you.”
“You are.”
He stepped closer.
Her heart slammed hard against her chest as she instinctively stepped back—
Until there was nowhere else to go.
“And now,” he added, his voice lower, “I’m done holding back.”
Her breath caught.
“Alexander…”
But he didn’t stop.
His hand moved to her waist, pulling her firmly against him.
Her fingers gripped his shirt instantly, holding on like she needed the balance.
“This is your last chance to stop me,” he said quietly.
She didn’t.
Not a word.
Not a movement.
That silence—
Was all the permission he needed.
His lips crashed against hers.
Hard.
Demanding.
All the tension, the anger, the confusion—everything poured into that one moment.
Her breath disappeared as she responded without thinking, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.
The kiss deepened, slower now but no less intense.
His hand moved slightly along her back, sending heat through her entire body.
Her thoughts blurred.
Her control slipping.
Nothing felt planned anymore.
Nothing felt fake.
When they finally pulled apart—
Her breathing was uneven.
Her lips slightly parted.
“This…” she started softly.
But she didn’t finish.
Because they both knew.
They had crossed the line.
And there was no going back.