Evaline:
For a long second, Draven just stared at me.
The air between us pulsed with something I couldn't name - a tension so sharp and heavy it made my chest ache. His hand was still at the back of my neck, his thumb resting exactly where his mark would be. His eyes, dark and stormy, held mine as though he was trying to decide if I really meant it.
But then that hesitation - that flicker of disbelief - was gone.
The next heartbeat, his lips were on mine.
He kissed me with no restraint, no second thoughts. The kind of kiss that stripped away all pretenses, that left me breathless and dizzy and trembling. His mouth claimed mine as though he had been waiting for this moment forever... and maybe he had. Maybe we both had.
I had half expected him to pull away, to tell me we should talk to the others first - that such a thing needed to be discussed among my mates. It would have made sense. That was what I expected from Draven in response.
But he didn't pull away.
He didn't speak.
