The silence between them wasn't empty. It pulsed. It stretched. It carried words neither of them were ready to say out loud. The room suddenly felt smaller, warmer, charged with something neither could quite name but both clearly felt.
Alina shyly looked away as her face reddened like boiled shrimp. God! She couldn't look him in the eyes without melting upon his gaze. He had that effect on her and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't resist his scorching gaze. Not to talk of his touch.
The memory of their intimacy in bathroom was still vivid in her head, making her turn redder.
It was unfair how easily he unraveled her. One look — just one — and she felt exposed, as though he could read every thought behind her carefully composed expression. Her heart betrayed her first, beating faster against her ribs, and she hated that he could probably feel it.
