Amara's POV
The tension between Caden and me had been building for days, and now, sitting next to him on the couch, it was almost unbearable. Every glance he gave me, every subtle touch, seemed to ignite something deep inside me. I was still sorting through the mess in my heart, torn between the past and the present, between Jaxon and the undeniable connection I was starting to feel with Caden.
I glanced over at Caden, finding his eyes already on me. He didn’t say anything, but there was a silent understanding between us. It was as if we both knew what the other was feeling but didn’t quite know how to say it. The air around us seemed to thrum with unspoken words, an energy that neither of us could deny.
"Amara," Caden said softly, his voice low and filled with something I couldn’t quit
