One Night Stand series
The space between them felt alive, heavy with words unsaid.
“Lena,” he said finally, her name more like a confession.
“Don’t,” she whispered. “Not unless you mean it.”
The air between them shifted. For a heartbeat, neither moved too close, too aware.
Then a sharp knock shattered the moment.
Tara burst in without apology, holding a tablet like it was a smoking gun.
“Sorry to interrupt this emotionally loaded eye contact, but we have a situation.”
Lena blinked. “What now?”
Tara thrust the screen toward them. “I found out who leaked your sketches.”