Evelyn’s fingers fumbled at the buttons of Roman’s shirt, her hands betraying her nerves no matter how hard she tried to steady them.
Roman watched her quietly, his gaze heavy and unblinking.
“Always so flustered,” he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips as he caught her wrist mid-motion.
Evelyn frowned faintly. “Who’s flustered?” she muttered, trying and failing to pull her hand back.
“I do this all the time,” she added quickly. “Every morning. You just—don’t stare like that.”
Even she didn’t believe herself.
Tonight felt different. The air felt tighter and charged.
Roman didn’t release her. Instead, he guided her hand with his, calmly undoing the buttons himself, never once breaking eye contact.
Evelyn’s breath hitched.
His stare alone made her weak, heat curling low in her sto
