Alexa had been confident at first.
Every step she took toward Ross felt deliberate, her heart drumming in her chest as the sound of the water filled the quiet evening air.
The midnight shade bathed everything in inky radiance—the pool, the white deck chairs, and Ross's relaxed figure stretched out beneath the dim light.
But when she was only a step away from him, her confidence faltered.
Her breath caught in her throat, and her mind began to race. What am I doing?
Her hands trembled slightly. The situation, which moments ago felt daring and thrilling, suddenly seemed dangerous.
"What if they find out about us, Ross?" she whispered, barely able to meet his gaze.
Fear laced her voice, soft and uncertain.
Ross turned his head slightly, his calm expression unfazed.
The corners of his lips curved into that familiar, confident smile—the one that always made her heart skip.
"So what?" he said casually, his tone full of quiet arrogance.
