Priya's heart raced as Roland's hand lingered on her cheek, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. The air between them felt charged, electric, and she could barely breathe as his eyes locked onto hers. She had always known there was something between them, something unspoken but undeniable. And now, here he was, standing so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," Roland confessed softly, his voice filled with sincerity. His thumb brushed against her cheekbone, the gesture tender yet possessive.
Priya's lips parted, her breath catching in her throat. "I… I didn't expect…" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but one thing was clear—she wanted this just as much as he did.
Roland smiled gently, his gaze never leaving hers. "I know," he murmured. "But let's put an end to this game."
