"Why do you look at me like I’m a puzzle you can't solve?" she whispered.
Julian stood, the distance between them evaporating. "Because I thought I was dead inside, Elena. I spent three years convinced that my heart was just a muscle that moved blood." He took her hand, placing it over his chest. Under her palm, the rhythm was frantic, uneven. "But every time you walk into the room, it starts to beat for the first time." Un nuevo corazon - Sylvia Day.epub
Weeks turned into late-night strategy sessions. Julian found himself watching the way her fingers moved over the keyboard, the way she bit her lip when she was deep in thought. She was the light to his shadow, and it terrified him. "Why do you look at me like I’m a puzzle you can't solve
She wasn’t supposed to be there. She was a temporary replacement for his executive assistant, a woman with eyes the color of a stormy sea and a spirit that didn’t flinch when he barked orders. I spent three years convinced that my heart
One evening, as the city lights blurred into a bokeh of gold outside, Elena caught him staring.
When she walked past him to set a file on his desk, the scent of jasmine and something earthy—something alive —hit him. For the first time in years, Julian felt a sharp, localized ache in his chest. It wasn't pain. It was a pulse.
Elena didn't pull away. She leaned in, her breath warm against his skin. "Maybe you didn't need a miracle, Julian. You just needed a reason to wake up."