As the ceremony progressed, Rowan’s hand moved subtly, his fingers brushing against Amara’s arm. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, a reminder of the passion they had shared. She glanced at him, her eyes meeting his. There was a challenge in his gaze, a silent dare.
Amara’s resolve wavered, the intensity of his presence breaking down her defenses. She shifted slightly, trying to put some distance between them, but it was futile. Rowan’s proximity was intoxicating, a pull she couldn’t resist.
At the far end of the aisle, Leo stood tall and confident in his navy blue suit. The suit was perfectly tailored, emphasizing his broad shoulders and lean physique. His usually playful demeanor was replaced by something more profound, more reflective. His eyes which were usually filled
