Third person's POV
The moment Liora's fingers brushed against Rowan, she froze. It had been accidental, an unconscious movement as she tried to shift away from him, her palm grazing the back of his hand where it rested near her waist. The contact was brief, barely more than a heartbeat, but the warmth beneath her skin startled her far more than she expected. Rowan did not move.
He didn’t pull away. He didn’t tighten his grip or take advantage of the moment. He simply looked at her, dark eyes steady, as if he were waiting to see what she would do next.
Liora’s breath caught. She withdrew her hand immediately, irritation and embarrassment flaring together. “You—” she started, then stopped, unsure why her voice felt tight. She shifted her weight, trying to regain her composure. “Yo
