“Alright, alright!”
Elissa’s words came out muffled, thanks to the way Rowan was gently squeezing her cheeks. There was something undeniably endearing about it.
Rowan’s gaze lingered on her face, and for a split second, he seemed almost lost in thought. He used to do this often—teasing her like this. Sometimes she’d go along with it, other times, like now, she’d squirm away, impatient.
Elissa couldn’t help but notice the look in his eyes had softened, just for a moment. It reminded her of the Rowan from before—the one who indulged her every whim.
Something unspoken hung in the air between them, a subtle, magnetic tension. When Rowan leaned in, eyes burning with intent, Elissa instinctively looked away, her cheeks flushed.
But just as their lips brushed, the doorbell rang—sharp and insistent.
Both of them froze for a heartbeat. Elissa quickly pulled back, urging him, “Someone’s here! Go get the door!”
Rowan let out a disgruntled sigh. Who the hell had such impeccable timing?
Reluctantly, he let her go and headed for the door. The moment he opened it, his brows knit together.
“What are you doing here now?”
After all these years, Rex could read Rowan’s annoyance from a mile away. And the reason was obvious—Elissa was here.
Rex had learned this lesson ages ago: whenever Elissa was at Rowan’s place, Rowan was never thrilled to entertain guests. If anyone, like Frank, was foolish enough to get too friendly with Elissa, it was a recipe for disaster.
That’s exactly why Rex never hung out with Elissa one-on-one. Rowan was his best friend, after all.
He might not understand it, but he respected it.
Thinking of Elissa inside, Rex grinned. “Elissa’s here, right? Let me in, I need to talk to her.”
Rowan didn’t budge. “What for?”

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