SERAPHINA
The moment the words “I like you too,” slipped from Ryker’s lips, the ground beneath me seemed to shift.
His arm was wrapped around Grace’s waist, his tone playful… but his eyes?
His eyes were locked on me.
Unblinking.
They burned through me like embers licking at the edges of dry paper, and suddenly, I could barely breathe.
The way his voice dropped when he said it. The faint smile curving his mouth.
It was all meant for me.
Grace, completely unaware, beamed up at him, hugging him. And Ryker? He leaned in, his head bending ever so slightly while his fingers slowly splayed across her waist and the intensity in his eyes deepening as they never looked away from mine.
His touch was slow, deliberate; not hesitant, but almost…mechanical. Possessive. Not with passion. Not
