"Thank you, my love... for being so kind, for not judging me."
Adam's words came out rough, reverent, as he pulled back from her lips. His hand lingered at the curve of her jaw, thumb brushing her flushed cheek before he turned, striding to the door. With a sharp click, he locked it.
Sofia's heart skipped violently. Her breath hitched as she stared at him, her fingers clutching the edge of the desk behind her. "Adam... why are you locking the door?"
He turned slowly, his gaze dark, intense—so piercing she felt it in her bones. "Because I can't let anyone disturb us," he murmured, voice dropping lower, heavier. Each step he took toward her was unhurried but deliberate, a predator closing in on the only prey he'd ever worship. "This is supposed to be our moment, Sofia. Yours and mine."
Her pulse pounded. Her knees weakened beneath his stare, her body betraying her composure. She swallowed hard. "I—I was on my way to the doctor, and I thought maybe—"
