ELARA’S POV
After the festival, we quietly returned to our rooms, holding hands. Tingling sensations coursed through my arm at the contact. When Theron left me at my door, I felt like I wanted him to kiss me—to swoop in and take my lips against his, showing me what he had confessed earlier.
But as I stood there, looking up at him as sweetly as I possibly could and him making no move, I’d settled on going to my room. No kiss.
Now I lay in bed once again, restless. I looked over at the balcony, wondering if he was out there. Perhaps waiting for me. I threw my legs over the side of the bed, thinking of going out there to find out.
But then, a knock on the door separating our rooms perked my ears up. I glided over there, throwing the door open to see Theron standing there, shirtless. He lo
