Ellie's POV
He was close. Too close.
I could feel Nolan breath against my skin before I even dared to meet his gaze. His face hovered inches from mine, his eyes narrowed, sharp and unreadable. My back was against the cool stone wall of the alley between the café and the bookstore, and his arm was braced above me, caging me in.
There was tension in the way he leaned in, like he was studying me. Or worse, smelling me.
Because he was.
His nose brushed the edge of my jaw, and I shivered, caught somewhere between discomfort and a rush of heat that pulse through me.
I gritted my teeth. “Nolan…” I muttered low, annoyed at how hot my body was getting.
He studied me, silent. His gaze dropped briefly to my lips, then back up. His lashes were ridiculously long up close.
I suddenly remembere
