The moment he stepped out of the shadows, the night seemed to tighten around us.

Marcus didn’t rush toward me, but the way he looked at me, steady, consuming, intense, like he’d been holding himself back for far too long, made my breath catch. And he looks like he is struggling internally.

My hoodie suddenly felt too thin. The cool air is too warm. “Selena,” he said softly. Just my name. But from him, it felt heavier than it should. I love the way my name rolls off his tongue ...