Evaline:
My pulse was still racing when his forehead rested against mine, both of us breathing like we had just run for miles instead of simply standing in a hotel room.
But nothing about this felt simple.
Nothing about River had ever felt simple to me.
His hands were still on me - one firm at my waist, the other cradling the back of my head - and the way he held me made it very clear that he had no intention of letting go anytime soon.
"River…" I whispered, though I wasn't even sure what I meant to say.
Stop?
Slow down?
Don't stop?
I didn't know anymore.
His eyes searched my face, dark and stormy, his jaw tight like he was fighting something inside himself. For a moment, I thought he might step back. Thought he might regain that iron self-control he was so famous for.
Instead, his thumb brushed across my lower lip in a slow, deliberate move, and the tiny gesture shattered whatever fragile composure I had left.
"You two wore matching sets," he said roughly.
