I told myself I was immune to him.
To the way his voice drops when the house finally goes quiet.
To the way his attention feels heavier than his touch ever could.
To the way wanting him feels like a mistake I’m already halfway into.
Living under his roof was supposed to be simple. Structured. Professional. But closeness has a way of stripping away intentions. Late nights blur into early mornings. Conversations stretch too long. Silence starts to feel charged instead of empty.
I know his rules. I know my place.
I also know the way his gaze lingers when he thinks I’m not looking.
The way he pauses before leaving a room, like walking away costs him something.
And then there’s that morning.
Bare feet on hardwood. A borrowed shirt I didn’t mean to put on. The weight of everything we didn’t say still pressed into my skin. I didn’t notice what I was wearing until a small voice smiled up at me and called it pajamas—and suddenly, I was standing there wrapped in proof of a night that changed everything.
I should have stepped back.
I should have reclaimed distance.
Instead, I felt claimed by the moment… and by him.
Because some men don’t chase.
They wait.
And when they finally touch you, it’s not reckless—it’s inevitable.
I knew then there would be no going back.
Find out inside…
Genre: Romance
To the way his voice drops when the house finally goes quiet.
To the way his attention feels heavier than his touch ever could.
To the way wanting him feels like a mistake I’m already halfway into.
Living under his roof was supposed to be simple. Structured. Professional. But closeness has a way of stripping away intentions. Late nights blur into early mornings. Conversations stretch too long. Silence starts to feel charged instead of empty.
I know his rules. I know my place.
I also know the way his gaze lingers when he thinks I’m not looking.
The way he pauses before leaving a room, like walking away costs him something.
And then there’s that morning.
Bare feet on hardwood. A borrowed shirt I didn’t mean to put on. The weight of everything we didn’t say still pressed into my skin. I didn’t notice what I was wearing until a small voice smiled up at me and called it pajamas—and suddenly, I was standing there wrapped in proof of a night that changed everything.
I should have stepped back.
I should have reclaimed distance.
Instead, I felt claimed by the moment… and by him.
Because some men don’t chase.
They wait.
And when they finally touch you, it’s not reckless—it’s inevitable.
I knew then there would be no going back.
Find out inside…
Genre: Romance