For a moment… neither of them moved.
Just that look.
Locked.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
Their eyes didn't drop this time. She held his gaze, even though her heart was beating louder than everything else in the room.
His hand was still on her waist… steady now, like he'd already decided he wasn't letting go.
"You're really not going to say anything?" he murmured again, softer this time… almost amused.
Her lips curved slightly — not quite a smile, not quite a challenge.
Still no words.
That did something to him.
She saw it in his eyes — that shift… that spark turning into something deeper.
His fingers pressed just a little more firmly against her waist, pulling her back a fraction closer to him. Not enough to break the tension… just enough to own the space between her.
Her breath hitched.
He noticed.
Of course he did.
"Careful…" he whispered near her ear, his voice lower now, slower. "You're making this harder than it needs to be."
That almost made her laugh… but instead, she tilted your head slightly, just enough for her cheek to brush his.
A silent answer.
A bold one.
His reaction was immediate — a quiet exhale, like he wasn't expecting you to push back like that.
Now she felt it shift again.
Not just him leading…
But her meeting him there.
His hand slid slightly along your waist — not wandering, just moving, tracing the line like he was memorizing it. Slow. Intentional.
"You're playing a dangerous game…" he said, but there was no warning in it. Only intrigue.
Her fingers tightened lightly on the table again… but this time, it wasn't to steady herself.
It was to keep from turning fully.
Because she knew…
If she did—
That thin line between control and something else…
Would disappear completely.
And somehow…
She weren't sure she wanted to stop it 🌚🔥