Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen
Alicia's POV
I was carrying the basket of yarn down the hallway when I saw him.
Malachi was coming from the opposite direction. His eyes locked on mine immediately. Dark. Intense. Like he'd been looking for me.
My heart kicked against my ribs. I told myself to keep walking. To look away. To pretend I didn't feel the pull between us.
I didn't listen to myself.
We met in the middle of the hallway. Both stopped. The basket felt heavy in my arms. Or maybe that was just the weight of everything unsaid between us.
"Alicia." His voice was low. Rough.
"Malachi."
He stepped closer. Too close. I could smell him. Could feel the heat radiating off his body. Could see the way his jaw tensed like he was holding himself back.
"You've been avoiding me," he said.
"I haven't."
"You have."
He was right. I had been. Since the kiss. Since his hands on my skin. Since I'd almost let him do more in broad daylight where anyone could see.
