Chloe's pulse thrummed in her ears, the warmth of Gordon's breath against her skin making her lean in just a fraction more.
The pantry's dim light flickered slightly, casting elongated shadows that seemed to urge them toward seclusion.
Without a word, he took her hand—his fingers firm yet gentle—and guided her toward a shadowed corner where the shelves met the wall, away from the faint glow of the single bulb.
The space was tight, intimate, their bodies drawing close but not quite touching.
She could feel the heat radiating from him, a subtle pull that made her skin prickle. Gordon released her hand slowly, his palm grazing her arm as he settled against the wall, his broad frame blocking out the rest of the room.
His eyes, dark in the low light, held hers with an intensity that stole
