Alexa's lips parted slightly, a soft gasp escaping as her body reacted in ways she had never allowed it to before.
Her heart raced, her breathing uneven.
And Ross, standing there like the apex of human perfection, watched her with a calm, quiet intensity that made her ache even more.
The night stretched on, every second heavier than the last, and Alexa understood with a sinking thrill that she was already on the edge of a line she might never step back from.
"This is wrong!" Alexa's mind screamed, the words pounding against her skull like a war drum.
Her body tensed, every instinct telling her to turn, to walk out, to slam the door behind her before it was too late.
And yet… her feet refused to move.
Her eyes, traitorous and hungry, kept drifting back to Ross's bare torso.
His muscles flexed with each movement, smooth skin glistening faintly with sweat.
He wasn't the most handsome man she had ever seen—she could admit that.
