"Proving a point." He stopped.
He was close now. Not too close, not touching, but close enough that she could see the exact shade of his eyes in the evening light and the way his eyes stayed on hers, warm and focused enough to make it impossible to look away, until she forgot what she had been thinking. "Is it working?"
Her heart was at a pace that had nothing to do with exercise.
"You haven't proved anything," she said, with a calmness she was proud of.
"No?" He leaned in slightly, just slightly, just enough that the air between them changed quality, and looked at her for a long moment. Then he said, very softly: "Your face says otherwise."
His eyes dropped to her lips, and something in Reign’s stomach tightened. She went still, painfully aware of how close he was, of the small spa
