Natasha’s POV.
My chest felt impossibly tight as I turned to speak, but all the words lodged in my throat. His tall frame filled the doorway of the boutique’s changing room, the dim light catching a barely perceptible glimmer in his eyes. I was ready to say thank you, but before the words could come, his voice cut through the air in the quiet space.
“You drive me crazy and you don’t even know it.”
The world shifted softly, virtually silent except for that admission. I barely recognized the gravity in his voice, as though each word had been pulled from a deep place.
He leaned in a fraction, so close I could count the faint ridges on his lower lip. His gaze moved from my eyes to my mouth – like he was trying to decide whether to speak again or cross the threshold into something unforgettable. Heat startled through me, leaving me breathless.
I found myself leaning back, my heart thundering. My mind scrambled, wild and chaotic. “What am I feeling?” I wondered. This wasn’t just an attract
