Emily’s POV
Stepping out of the Frost Mansion and getting kissed by the evening breeze was refreshing and brought relief to my tensed muscles.
I walked over to my car and got in. With one turn of the key, the engine roared to life. But before I moved it out of it’s location, I noticed my phone on the passenger seat buzz.
Ethan? Has he not seen me enough? I smirked.
I didn’t answer. It rang again.
Instead, I sighed, sinking further into the driver’s seat. My fingers hovered over the phone, considering whether to pick up.
But the memory of his lingering gaze during dinner was enough to make me hesitate.
Those eyes. They lingered too much after dinner. I tried to take the thought out, but it suck like strong glue to my memories and it made me crave for what lay beneath those eyes.
