Evaline:
The air between us grew heavy, the silence broken only by the sound of my own uneven breathing. My arms instinctively crossed over my chest, as though that thin barrier of fabric could hide the way my heart was pounding against my ribs.
The man before me - my mate, my Ethan - hadn't said a word since slipping the hoodie off my shoulders, but I could feel him watching me, even in the darkness of the room. His presence wrapped around me like fire and shadows all at once, a mixture of danger and comfort that made my knees weak.
I licked my lips nervously, and that was when I noticed the taste still lingering on my tongue. Wine. Rich, heady, unmistakable. He had kissed me just moments ago, and now I knew for certain he wasn't sober.
