The Thin Line Between Desire and Duty

Chapter 89

Estefan’s gaze stayed on Kaitlyn; the soft glow from the chandelier above them created a delicate shadow over her face. Her lips were so close, just inches away, and the air between them felt thick, charged with an intensity he hadn’t felt in years. His heart was pounding, and he had been dreaming of this moment for far too long. How would her lips taste? Would she melt into him like he imagined, or would she pull away?

He leaned in, closer, almost there—when her phone buzzed loudly, breaking the fragile electric current that had been built between them. Estefan cursed under his breath.

Kaitlyn jumped slightly, her eyes moving down to her phone as Sarah’s name flashed across the screen. She muttered something, her voice barely audible, but Estefan caught it. “I—I should take this,” she stammered, grateful for the interruption. The intense pull of the moment had left her breathless, and she needed an excuse—any excuse—to get away from the confusing emotions racing through he