TESSA.
"Robert!" Her voice sliced through the kitchen like a blade,smooth, confident, utterly unwelcome.
Olivia swept into the doorway with the kind of elegance that suggested she always belonged in whatever room she entered. I barely had time to step back from the stove when she closed the distance between them, moving with precise, practiced grace.
Before I could blink, her arms slid around his waist.
Possessive. Familiar. Too comfortable.
I froze.
My lungs stalled mid-breath, like my body couldn't decide whether to inhale or choke.
Robert stiffened for half a second, barely noticeable, then relaxed. Or maybe he pretended to. Either way, he didn't push her off.
Not even a flinch.
I stared at his hands, waiting, hoping, for him to pry hers off, or at least step back, or say something that marked a boundary.
But nothing.
He stood there, letting another woman hold him like she had every right to.
