Liora’s POV
I dressed slowly, more slowly than I needed to, as if buying myself time to breathe.
The room was quiet, too quiet, and the silence felt heavier than before. Gina was still out with Robert, laughing somewhere under the warm evening sky, completely unaware of how my chest was still pounding from everything that had happened in Ezra’s room.
I pulled on a simple outfit, something soft and easy, not like the dresses I had worn earlier. My hair was still slightly damp, and I let it fall loosely over my shoulders instead of styling it.
For a moment I just stood there, staring at the closed door, remembering the way Ezra had looked at me, the way the air between us had shifted, and how close we had come to something I was not sure I was ready to face.
My stomach growled, loud eno
