I watch, momentarily entranced, as Lorenzo settles his weight into the seat, gripping the table’s edge as he effortlessly pushes himself forward to get comfortable, his aura thick in the atmosphere. My pulse quickens, and I can literally feel it throbbing beneath the tender skin at the base of my neck. My breaths hitch quietly nonstop — one after another. And I feel as though I'm going to be sick from the emotions tightening my chest. I mentally try to free myself from the trance, but it feels nearly impossible. No — I can't. Not with the way his gaze is now fixed on me — staring and taking in every inch of my appearance, or whatever it is he’s so intent on observing. His expression is unreadable, as usual. My fingers fumble restlessly in my lap, anxiety playing soccer and scoring goals against my composure. God, why do I feel so nervous? It’s just him here, no one else. I saw him last night, didn’t I? There’s nothing new about him — aside from the fact that he’s currently dres
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