Evaline:
I curled my fingers tighter around the front of his shirt, gripping it with silent desperation. I didn't want him to go. I didn't want this moment to end.
My heart was racing, but I didn't feel nervous. I felt seen, wanted... safe. And for once, I didn't want to pretend otherwise.
He must have felt the unspoken plea in my grip because he smiled again, that warm and devilish smile of his. Then he leaned forward to kiss me once more. I melted against him without hesitation, my lips parting for his as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
He kissed me with slow intensity, like he had all the time in the world to enjoy the taste of me. By the time he pulled away, my knees were weak and my breath hitched in my throat.
And yet, as he looked at me again, a frown took over his face.
"You are going to get sick," he muttered as his fingers grazed my damp strands. "Why didn't you dry your hair? It's winter. You know that, right?"
