Ex-husband, Step Aside
His eyes, dark and focused, suddenly locked on mine across the table, holding my gaze captive in the dimly lit room.
He knows exactly what I am feeling, the urgency, the danger, and the strange thrill of the fight, I thought, struggling to maintain my composure. My skin felt hot, burning under the intensity of his quiet, direct gaze.
The heat was more than just attraction; it was a deep, undeniable connection that made me feel fully seen and utterly desired. I want him to touch me again; I want the distraction of that comfort, I admitted internally, forcing myself to look back down at the spreadsheets.