Lewis's words startled me.
It was only then that I truly looked at him.
He stood close, wearing a deep gray sweater with a high collar. The fabric looked soft, almost warm, and it made him seem less distant than usual. Still, there was something powerful about the way he carried himself. Calm. Controlled. Like someone used to being obeyed.
Years ago, I had already known Lewis was handsome. But up close, he was more than that. His sharp features looked almost sculpted, like they were shaped by strength and pride. His eyes were dark and steady, the kind that made people lower their gaze without knowing why.
When he looked at others, his presence felt cold and commanding.
But when he looked at me, it felt different.
Softer.
Protective.
Almost… intimate.
My heart began to race.
"You… when did you…" I tried to speak, but the words refused to come out right.
