Dove pov
This night has not gone to plan.
I came to this party to ignore Varian, to enjoy my sisters wedding before moving on. I didn't come here to stand in front of Varian's bedroom door, knowing that once I cross the threshold, I'll make a decision I can't go back on.
He answers my knock after a brief pause.
For a moment we just stare at each other, a palpable tension sitting stagnant and unmoving between us.
He hasn't been drinking tonight. I can see it in the clarity of his eyes, in the sharpness of them as they take in my strangely dressed state.
"I was beginning to think you weren't going to come," he murmurs, his surprise sprawled out across his face.
I really should turn around and leave.
If he weren't so handsome, this would be a lot easier. Even so, it's the depths of hi
