Eve
His face was so close now, the heat of his breath brushing my lips. Sage’s eyes had gone heavy-lidded, golden irises darkened with something that made my stomach flip. He leaned in slowly, deliberately, lips parting just enough that I could see the faint glint of teeth behind them—cherry-red, soft, inviting. I swallowed hard, my own eyes threatening to cross as I stared, frozen, waiting for the inch between us to disappear.
One heartbeat. Two.
Then, knock, knock, knock.
Sage jerked upright so fast the mattress bounced. “Enter,” he barked, voice rough, like he was angry at the door itself.
Ellen slipped in, balancing a tray laden with breakfast—eggs, toast, bacon, and steaming coffee. Her gaze darted to me first, wide and worried. “Are you alright, ma’am?”
I managed a weak smile a
