Anna’s POVHis arm tightened around my waist, pulling me back from the sink.The familiar warmth of his chest pressed into my spine, his breath hot against my neck. My whole body stiffened. I knew that cologne, that touch, and still, the sound of his name slipped from my lips like a prayer I was too weak to hold back.“Alex…”Slowly, carefully, he turned me in his arms until I was facing him. His hands slid to my hips, firm but trembling. His eyes searched mine, desperate, wild almost, like a man hanging on to the edge of a cliff.I swallowed, fighting to keep my face neutral, though my heart was slamming against my ribs. “What are you doing?” My voice was low, strained, torn between anger and something else I couldn’t name.“I can’t…” he started, then stopped. His jaw clenched, and for a moment he just held me there, like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go.“Let me go, Alex.”Instead of loosening, his grip tightened. His forehead pressed against mine, his voice breaking. “No. Not
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