Nova leaned over Amari's shoulder, his breath brushing her neck.
"Do you want my help again?"
He asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Amari flinched. The space between them vanished too easily. Her fingers curled around the edge of the workbench, heart thudding against her ribs like a warning.
He was too close—too calm—and his presence was heavy in a way that made her instincts scream.
"I don't."
She said sharply, pulling back and stepping away.
Nova didn't follow. He simply smiled, his expression unreadable, as though her rejection was expected. It made her all the more irritated.
She turned her back to him quickly, trying to busy herself with the work table, but her hands trembled slightly.
Her chest still tingled from the rush of adrenaline—and something else she didn't want to name.
Ridiculous. She scowled.
'Focus.'
