Liora’s POV
I spent most of the afternoon pretending I was concentrating on work. It wasn't working. Every time I looked at my computer screen, my mind returned to the conversation I'd had with Ezra that morning. Not because he had pressured me, but because he hadn't.
He had given me room. He had listened when I told him I was afraid and instead of asking me to promise him something I wasn't ready to promise, he had simply told me that whatever happened between us, he wanted me to have a future that belonged to me. That stayed with me.
By the time the workday ended, I had replayed his words so many times that I finally gave up pretending I could ignore them.
I packed my things and left the office.
I had almost reached the elevators when I heard my name.
“Liora.”
I turned. Ezra was w
