Alina Pov

I hadn’t expected to see him today. But here he is, laughing pressing away on his phone at the counter where he usually sits, sipping his coffee. My fingers froze mid-motion dabbing a table, and I felt my pulse jump. Why do I always feel this way whenever I see him?

Steven.

He looked casual, and as always, every inch of him screamed control, power, and sexiness. The way he held the cup, the slight tilt of his head as he scanned the room, every gesture perfect, effortless, and ...