They had been dancing around each other for weeks.
A glance here. A brush of the hand there. Always close — never crossing the line.
Until tonight.
She made a teasing comment. A little bold. A little risky.
And he leaned in, lowered his voice, and said just one sentence.
She froze. Then blinked. Then her lips parted, but no words came out.
Her back arched slightly. Her breath hitched.
Whatever he said — it wasn’t dirty. But it cut straight through her.
And from that moment on, the air between them was no longer innocent.