Liora’s POV
Ezra took off his coat the moment we stepped into my room. The movement was simple, casual, but it made my breath catch anyway. Underneath, he wore a dark, tight fitting shirt that outlined his shoulders and chest in a way that was unfairly distracting. I swallowed before I could stop myself and quickly looked away, pretending to be very interested in the table near the window.
“Since we have three bottles,” he said calmly, as if nothing had shifted between us, “we might as well make it interesting.”
He walked toward the small cabinet and took out six glasses. Not two. Six. I watched him line them up in pairs, neat and deliberate, like he had done this before.
“You’re very serious about this,” I said, trying to sound normal.
“I am,” he replied. “Drinking them straight is b
