"I never meant to fall for either of them-let alone both. But love has a way of twisting the rules, and the moment I met them, my world changed forever.
The moment he walked in, the air shifted. My breath caught in my throat, and for a second, I fo...
The cool night air kissed my skin as I stepped out onto the balcony. The noise of the party faded behind the glass doors, leaving only the hum of the city and the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
I needed a moment. To breathe. To think.
But I wasn't alone.
"Couldn't sleep either?"
His voice. Low. Rough. Dangerous.
I turned slowly to find him leaning against the railing, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his tie loosened and shirt slightly unbuttoned like he was trying to undo more than just fabric.
"Didn't know you were out here," I said, wrapping my arms around myself.
"I know," he murmured, eyes raking over me, his gaze pausing on the way my dress clung to my body in the moonlight. "But I hoped you'd come."
The silence stretched between us, thick with things we weren't supposed to say. With touches we weren't supposed to want. His eyes met mine, and I saw it-plain as day.
He was fighting it too.
"You planned a beautiful night for him," he said after a beat, but his voice was quieter now. "He's lucky."
"Yeah," I whispered, my throat suddenly tight.
But neither of us looked away.
His jaw flexed. His fingers tapped the side of his glass, the only sign that he wasn't as calm as he looked. And then, slowly, he stepped closer.
Too close.
"I shouldn't say this," he murmured, his voice barely audible now, "but when I saw you dancing with him tonight... I wanted it to be me."
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My breath caught. My chest rose and fell faster.
"I can't stop thinking about you. Your eyes. Your smile. The way you looked at me."
His hand hovered near mine, not touching, but close enough that I could feel the heat radiating between us.
"Say something," he whispered. "Or tell me to walk away."
I should have.
But I didn't.
I stepped closer. Barely. But enough.
Our hands brushed-just the slightest graze-and it felt like a jolt to my spine. My heart thudded painfully in my chest as I looked up at him, at the storm building behind his eyes.
"This is wrong," I breathed.
"Yeah," he said, his voice thick. "But tell me you don't feel it too."
