Neck In His Grip (Chocked). chocked

The air between them was thick with unspoken tension, a magnetic pull that neither could resist. Mia had always felt the world around her slow down when Jacob was near-every glance, every brush of his hand against hers sent shivers down her spine. Tonight, the room seemed smaller, the walls closer, as if conspiring to bring them together. Her heart raced, breaths shallow, and a whisper of heat lingered on her skin.
She knew what she wanted, even if her mind wrestled with the consequences. Jacob's presence was overwhelming, dominant, yet intoxicating. Every move he made was deliberate, calculated, and it drew her in like a moth to a flame. Mia felt herself leaning closer without thinking, her pulse quickening, as if her body had a mind of its own-one that sought him, craved him, and wouldn't wait any longer.