Elias’s POV

I rested for a while after Ronan left. Not long. Maybe twenty minutes. I didn’t sleep. I just lay there on my bed staring at the ceiling, trying to calm the heat still sitting in my chest.

Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered the way he touched my neck. The way he rested his forehead on mine. The way he held my hand before leaving.

I kept trying to breathe normally, but my heart refused to slow down. It was like my entire body finally realized what had changed between ...