CROSSING THE LINE

Cleo's POV

The night air was warm and heavy, the sound of the ocean waves crashing softly against the shore just outside our room. Russo and I had returned from the beach bonfire with the family, and despite the laughter and the smiles, there was an unspoken tension that hung between us, thick and charged. I couldn’t tell if it was the lingering effect of his proposal or the way he had looked at me all day, his eyes dark with something deeper than mere attraction.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the sheer curtains, casting delicate shadows that danced across the walls. I changed into my nightdress, a simple satin slip that brushed against my skin in the most delicate way, and tried to focus on anything other than the man standing just a few feet away. Russo was by the window, his broad shoulders outlined in the faint light as he watched the waves. His presence filled the space, overwhelming and magnetic, drawing me in even when I tried to keep my d