CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
The moon hangs heavy in the sky, a perfect orb of silver that seems to cast an ethereal glow just over Alex’s shoulders. His brown hair looks almost black in this light, and those blue eyes are piercing, even in the darkness. He is close, so close I can feel his breath mingle with mine.
"Alex," I whisper, my voice tremulous, betraying the storm of emotions churning inside me.
"Shh," he responds, his voice a soothing balm that threatens to unravel me. "Don't say anything."
He leans in, and every cell in my body screams to meet him halfway, to bridge the infinitesimal gap between our lips. But something within me snaps to attention – a warning siren. Mark's face, stern and commanding, flashes across my mind, and the weight of the silver band on my finger suddenly fee
