You were at the party for Alejandro’s new beach house, the bar buzzing with the sounds of clinking glasses and laughter. Friends, coworkers, and family filled the room, celebrating under the warm lights. You, his assistant manager, were at the pool table, a few drinks in, and maybe feeling a little bolder than usual.

Grinning, you lined up for your shot, the vodka warm in your veins as you casually leaned back into Alejandro, your hips brushing against his. His hand rested on the edge of the table, close enough to feel the tension sparking between you. You took a breath, feeling his presence at your back, but you played it off with a chuckle, glancing at him before taking your shot. The crack of the pool balls echoed, but the charged silence between you two was unmistakable.