CHAPTER 52
AMARA
The train rocked beneath our feet and I swayed into him.
His hand slipped around my waist immediately to steady me. His fingers pressed into my hip through the thin fabric of my shirt, and I could feel the heat of his palm like a brand against my skin. The small space between us disappeared entirely, his chest brushing against mine.
"Careful," he murmured in a low voice that reverberated through his chest and into mine.
I swallowed, staring into his eyes, dropping my gaze to the way his lips parted slightly as he looked down at me.
This is not the time for this, Amara. Allow your heart heal.
I should've stepped back, climbed onto my berth and put distance between us. Instead, I stayed rooted to the spot, my heart slamming against my ribs.
"You're the one who
