Tracy's povI catch his gaze across the room, and the air between us turns thick, electric, alive with something we've both been denying for months. He stands by the window, backlit by the fading evening light, his dark eyes fixed on me with an intensity that makes my breath catch. I could feel the heat creeping up my neck, spreading across my chest, settling low in my belly. He doesn't look away, and neither do I. The silence stretches, filled with unspoken words and cravings that have no place in this house, in this life. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath the stubble, and I watch his hands curl into fists at his sides. He's fighting it—the pull, the need, the wrongness of wanting his brother's wife. I break the silence first, my voice a whisper that cuts through the tension like a blade. "You've been watching me all evening." He steps closer, slow and deliberate, closing the distance until I can smell his cologne, musk and cedar, mixed with something darker. "Can you
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