The night air was warm and full of music, the scent of food and flowers drifting through the open doors of the small party hall. Laughter spilled from every corner, the light chatter of friends blending with clinking glasses. Sasha sat at the long table, her cheeks flushed...not just from the wine Evan had been sneaking her, but from the constant attention.
Every few minutes, she felt Evan's eyes on her. Not in the way some men stare to be intimidating, but with something softer...though there was still an edge there. He was sitting across from her now, talking with some of his friends, but his gaze kept drifting back to her. Each time their eyes met, he'd give her a small, almost shy smile, and she'd return it before looking away.
She didn't know why, but she liked the way he looked at
