Ezra could feel her stiffen in his arms, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension, the silence enveloping them like a heavy fog. He had thought long and hard about what he needed to say, and he was determined to say it without wasting a moment.
To claim that the silence didn't affect him would be a lie; she didn't move or speak, and that only heightened his nerves.
He had never felt this way in his life, partly because he had never had to confess to anyone before—confessing his feelings to a woman was entirely new territory for him.
When she pulled away from his chest, turning to meet his gaze, his heart skipped a beat. He never imagined that could happen until this very moment. "You want me?" Evie asked, disbelief threaded through her voice as she looked at him.
