MY FATHER’S BEST FRIEND 2

ANNA'S POV

His hand stayed over mine on the keys, thumb brushing slow circles against my pulse point until the touch felt like a brand. When I turned my head, his face was closer than I expected—close enough that I could see the flecks of green in his storm-gray eyes, close enough that his next breath ghosted across my lips.

“Anna…”

That single word came out rough, almost broken.

I didn’t let him finish. I closed the last inch and kissed him.

For one heartbeat he was perfectly still, like the disciplined man I’d watched charm an entire party. Then something snapped. His hands clamped...