JULIA
Evan’s eyes widened, and before I could even react, his hand clamped around my wrist.
“What are you—”
He didn’t answer.
He pulled me quickly to the side, his movements prompt but not rough, and before I knew it, I was standing behind a heavy curtain. The fabric scratched against my arm as Evan stepped in front of me, shielding me from view.
“Stay quiet,” he whispered, his voice barely audible from how thick their curtain was.
His body was close—really close. I could feel his warmth from the thick cloth. I was sure he could feel my chest, too, the way it rose and fell, along with the tension on my shoulders.
My heart thudded in my chest, not just from the sudden movement but from the way his hand lingered against mine. His touch wasn’t harsh. It was almost...protective.
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