Chapter 20 Part II
The hallway leading to the private dining room was dim, lit by golden sconces that cast warm light across the deep burgundy walls. I could hear the muted clink of glassware and low conversation even before we reached the door.
William walked half a step behind me—not because he meant to, but because there wasn't enough space not to. The warmth of him felt too close on my back, a soft pressure I kept pretending I didn't feel.
The server waiting outside the private room straightened when he saw us.
"Mr. Torres. Ms. Clarke. They're already seated." He said, pulling the heavy mahogany door open.
William gestured for me to go first, his hand brushing the small of my back as I passed.
It wasn't a guiding touch. It wasn't even necessary. But it lingered just long enough to send a pulse of heat right down my spine.
