It happens so unexpectedly that for a moment, she thinks she might be imagining it. The space between them has always been comfortable, the kind of distance that feels safe, professional. But today, something shifts. He moves closer, a subtle change in position that places him near enough for their bodies to almost touch. At first, it’s nothing more than a brush—a fraction of an inch, a simple adjustment in posture—but the moment his shoulder lightly presses against hers, a current shoots through her.
Her breath catches in her throat, and her pulse quickens, the intensity of the sensation far more overwhelming than she could have prepared for. She tries to focus on the conversation they’re having, but all she can feel is the heat of his body near hers, the quiet pressure that seems to intensify with each passing second. It’s a simple shift in space, but it feels as though the room has grown smaller, as though their proximity is all that matters.
She tells herself it’s nothing. Just the natural closeness of two people in a crowded space, a simple proximity that has no deeper meaning. But the truth is, she can’t ignore it. The heat between them is palpable, and her body is reacting in ways she can’t control. The way her skin tingles, the way her heart beats just a little faster—it’s impossible to ignore. And she wonders if he feels it too. Does he notice how his nearness has changed the air between them? Does he feel the magnetic pull that seems to draw them closer with every passing second?
The thought lingers, and as she glances up at him, she can see the faintest glimmer of something in his eyes. It’s subtle, but it’s there—an unreadable look, a moment of shared understanding, perhaps. What if we allowed this moment to become something more? Her mind races with the possibilities, the things they could do if they gave in to the tension that crackles between them. What if he moved closer, let his hand touch her arm, her waist, and held her just for a moment longer than necessary? What would that feel like?
She imagines it, and the idea sends a shiver down her spine. She can feel the heat of his body so near hers, and she wonders if he, too, is imagining the same thing. If he is wondering just how far this invisible line between them can stretch before it finally breaks.
But she doesn’t dare to let those thoughts surface. She pushes them down, telling herself that this is just a fleeting moment, that it’s nothing more than a simple shift in position. Yet, no matter how hard she tries to convince herself, the electric charge between them is undeniable. And with every second that passes, it becomes harder to ignore the pull.
