Epilogue
Evie
A year or so later
I leaned back, the rock surface cool through my jacket. Dawson’s warmth emanated from beside me, and I rolled my head sideways to look at him in the moonlight. Because nature had graced him, perhaps too much, in the good looks department, I sighed.
With the moon gilding his hair, I admired the clean lines of his profile, his straight nose, and his chiseled, square jaw. His sensual lips were nature giving a swirl on the mastery of his face.
“You’re ridiculous, you know?”
He glanced sideways. In the pearly light, I caught his silver-gray gaze. “How am I ridiculous?” he countered, the teasing tone in his voice making my belly ripple.
A full year had passed, and I still felt as if Dawson had some sort of secret code into every part of my body. With nothi
