Zoe POV

I’m looking at his face.

This close, it’s a different thing entirely—not the face I’ve been cataloguing from across rooms and over arguments, but something I’m seeing properly for the first time, with the particular attention you only give things when the distance is gone. His jaw is clean-lined and precise, the kind of bone structure that looks carved rather than grown, and his lashes are darker than they have any right to be, and his mouth—which I’ve been ...