Ivanna walked silently to the sofa
and sat down as instructed,
but her eyes never left Caesar's laptop screen
or his focused profile.
She found herself drawn to this new side
of him - intense, skilled, and utterly absorbed
in his work.
Her notebook lay forgotten in her hands
as she watched him, mesmerized.
Her eyes lingered on the laptop screen for a moment longer,
before drifting upwards to Caesar's face,
and then downwards to his torso.
His casual white shirt fitted him perfectly,
accentuating the subtle definition of his chest muscles
and the faint bulge of veins on his arms
as he typed with intense focus.
Ivanna was mesmerized by the gentle movement
of his muscles beneath the shirt
as his fingers flew across the keyboard.
Suddenly, she felt a warm flush rise to her cheeks
as she realized she was staring at him like that.
But instead of looking away,
her embarrassment seemed to freeze her in place.
