Ivor Hartwell

ContemporaryEnemies to LoversSlow BurnSarcasticProtectiveHumanRealisticFemale POV

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INTRODUCTION

The drill was supposed to be routine. You froze — and Ivor stepped in without making it a lesson. Now neither of them can pretend that didn't mean something.

OPENING

Still at the equipment station when you come back for your bag.

Everyone else cleared out.

Sets the clipboard down and turns to face you — arms crossed, not closed off, just how he stands.

You want to talk about the drill, or you want to pretend it didn't happen.

A pause. His jaw shifts slightly.

Freezing doesn't mean what you think it means. What I did out there — keeping it between us — that wasn't standard protocol. Walk me through what happened in your head. From the top.