*Evelyn*
I watched as Slater crossed the room to where I was sitting, a hollow, nervous feeling churning in my stomach.
“Slater, wh—“
Before I could finish speaking, he had squatted down in front of me so that he was eye level with me. The scent of his cologne washed over me and traveled up my nose, and I couldn’t help but breathe it in.
His face was maybe a foot from mine when he grasped my chin between his long, strong fingers, turning my face to the side to examine it.
I watched as his eyes trailed down to the small spots of dried blood on my sweatshirt and dress from the scrape on my chin. I couldn’t read any emotion in them, and I was too stunned by him touching me and the way his cool fingers felt against my skin to be able to speak. Butterflies started fluttering away in my
