Sadie’s POV
The office was quiet, almost eerily so, but the tension lingering in the air between Liam and me was anything but. Every step, every glance, every faint brush of his presence seemed amplified, and I was acutely aware of how dangerously close we were to crossing a line we had spent months trying to maintain.
I tried to focus on the reports in front of me, to anchor myself to the business at hand, but the words blurred on the page. My thoughts kept drifting back to the gala, to the way Liam’s proximity had sent an almost unbearable heat coursing through me. The memory of his voice, low and deliberate, the magnetic pull of his gaze, the subtle brush of energy every time our hands were near — it all consumed me.
Control. Discipline. Boundaries. Those were supposed to define me.
