Evaline:
Draven's body pressed into mine, his warmth seeping through the thin layer of fabric between us. Every heartbeat of his echoed against my chest - hard, steady, hungry. My breath hitched as he cupped my face, his thumb tracing the corner of my mouth like he needed to memorize every curve again.
It had been months since we last touched like this. Months since his hands had held me with both reverence and fire. Yet now, it felt as if no time had passed at all - only a stretch of endless waiting that had finally come to an end.
"Eva…" My name came out rough, almost reverent, as though he had been holding it back for too long.
I could barely answer. My throat was dry, my heart thundering so hard it made my chest ache. "Draven…"
