CHAPTER 46

ZYLIAH’S POV

Our faces were still so close I could feel his warm breath fanning my face, and though his hands had stopped shaking my shoulders, they were still resting right there.

Our eyes stayed locked on each other, and it was as though we could no longer understand whatever it was that kept brewing between us.

I wanted to move back, to put space between us, but something had me rooted to the spot. Maybe it was pride, one that didn’t want him to even begin to feel like ...