I didn’t say a word.
I couldn’t.
The air between us was suffocating in the best and worst ways. His breath mingled with mine. My heart was thudding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. And Lucas… he didn’t look like my boss anymore.
He looked like a man fighting the last of his control.
“I told myself I shouldn’t open them,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “That it was wrong. Invasive. That I needed to delete the folder and pretend I never saw it.”
He reached up, his fingers brushing my cheek, so lightly I almost didn’t feel it. But I did.
“But I opened them anyway. Not once. Not twice.” He inhaled sharply. “I opened them more times than I want to admit.”
My stomach flipped.
His eyes darkened as they dropped to my lips. “You have no idea what those pictures did to me,
