Evangeline

Goosebumps dot my skin as my heels click against the marble floor of the restaurant. I’m so hyper aware that I can hear the gentle thuds of Alexander’s shoes too. And I don’t know what makes me shiver—the fact that I’m about to walk out into a flood of nosy men and women who want to take pictures of me so they can release it into the world and judge me, or the fact that Xander’s hand just settled on my waist.

My steps almost falter as we step outside. But the moment ...