Their eyes met again. Lena could feel her chest trembling violently, her body frozen between the urge to run away and the pull that made it impossible to look elsewhere.

Neil leaned in closer, his gaze sharp yet filled with warmth. He wanted to kiss Lena’s lips once more.

But this time, Lena quickly raised her hand, placing her small finger gently against Neil’s lips.

“Neil… don’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Inside, her thoughts were in chaos. God… those lips… the ...