-Roxy Delgado:
I couldn't help myself. Every word she spoke, every careful explanation about her work, her passion, the intricacies of medicine, made my chest tighten and my mind spin.
I was completely captivated, mesmerized not just by her knowledge but by the way she carried herself while talking about it—the subtle movements of her hands emphasizing each point, the slight crease of concentration between her brows, the way her lips pressed together when she was deep in thought. She was radiant in a way that had nothing to do with the sun or the room's lighting; it was raw, powerful, magnetic.
And yet, I could see it—the nervousness, the tiny tremor in her voice, the way she subtly shifted her weight back when I stepped closer, the faint blush rising in her cheeks. She was aware of me, aware of the heat between us, aware of how close I was. My chest swelled with pride and desire, because she trusted me enough to stay near me, even if she was jittery and tense.
