Natasha turned toward the door, her hand reaching for the knob, heart pounding with a mix of resolve and something she refused to name. But before she could twist it open, Leila's arm shot out, slamming her palm against the wood to block the exit. The sudden movement pinned Natasha in place, their bodies inches apart, the heat from Leila's skin radiating like a challenge.
"You're not leaving like this," Leila murmured, her voice a velvet threat. She leaned in closer, her free hand trailing up Natasha's arm, her fingers light but insistent, sending unwelcome sparks across her flesh. "Not until you admit it. Not until you feel it again."
Natasha's breath hitched, her body betraying her with a shiver. "Let me go, Leila. I'm serious."
