Eira's POV
My heart skipped a beat the moment I caught the full meaning behind his words—so bold, so deliberate. He didn't even try to be subtle.
The cookie box in my hands trembled. It nearly slipped from my grasp, but he moved swiftly, his palms sliding beneath mine to steady it.
The moment his skin touched mine, a jolt of electricity shot through me. I gasped softly and pulled my hands back on instinct.
My mind spiraled, my heartbeat thundered in my chest, and my throat suddenly turned dry. I tore my gaze away from him, unable to hold it a second longer.
If I hadn't already been sitting on the bench, I was sure my legs would've given out.
My hands trembled as I closed the lid of the cookie box, hesitating—should I give it to him, or put it back in my bag and pretend none of this happened?
"What is it?" he asked, still standing right in front of me, completely unfazed by the chaos he'd just stirred inside me.
