The sleek black limo glided through the neon-lit streets of New York, but inside, time seemed to stand still. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure Evan could hear it, even from the other side of the leather seat where he sat, stoic and silent.
I sneaked a glance at him, drinking in his perfect profile. His jaw, chiseled and tense, was firmly shut as he gazed at the city lights with his stormy gray eyes. God, why did he have to appear so incredibly attractive, even while he was paying me no attention?
The night’s events replayed in my mind like a poignant film. The charity event, the peaceful library, the life-altering kiss that had transformed it all. I could still sense the lingering sensation of Evan’s touch on my skin, the warmth of his body against mine. How did we transition from t
