Davina's POV
The door whispered shut behind us, locking out the world.
The moment we crossed into Irvin's home.
This evening pulsed with possibility.
Brimming with unvoiced words, silent vows that hung between us like shared secrets. Dinner's warmth still danced on our tongues, and that intense gaze from the drive home lingered—the one that whispered, I belong to you.
We took our time.
Irvin's gaze never left me as he carefully lifted my bag from my fingers, placing it aside. I held his stare. My breath came in quick, shallow pulls, my entire being thrumming with a longing I hadn't recognized until he stood this near.
He moved closer, each step deliberate, weighted with intention. His palm rose, sweeping away a loose strand from my cheek. His fingertips stayed, ghosting down to trace my jawline.
My pulse thundered.
"You've gone quiet," he murmured.
I swallowed hard, my lips parting. "I'm just... absorbing all of this."
His smile was tender. "Same here."
