His other hand came up, palm flat against the wall on my other side.
I was caged between his arms, his body radiating heat that made my skin prickle with awareness.
"New cologne," I blurted out, the lie tumbling from my lips. "I tried a different—"
"That's not cologne." His voice remained eerily calm despite the tension radiating from his frame. "And we both know it."
My mind raced through desperate explanations. "Maybe I spilled something during lunch? Or it's just nerves from the interviews—"
"Jiwon."
The way he said my name cut through every excuse I could manufacture.
I forced my breathing to steady, drawing on every acting lesson I'd ever absorbed.
The panic clawing at my chest had to disappear. Now.
I met his electric blue eyes directly, letting confusion color my expression.
"I honestly don't know what you're talking about." The words came out steady, slightly bewildered.
