With a comforting grin, he held out the key. “Alright, let’s get you to bed, Ms. Troublemaker.”
A smile tugged at Millie’s lips as they walked back to her quarters. This time, Evan trailed behind her quietly, a change from his usual chatty self. Yet, she could feel the weight of his gaze on her back—a warmth that made her skin tingle with awareness.
Rounding a corner, Millie’s breath hitched when she suddenly felt Evan’s hand clamped around her wrist. Before she could say something, anything, he turned her around. His blue eyes locked onto hers, holding her gaze.
“Millie,” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper against the quiet backdrop of the house. Heat flared in her cheeks, a delicious tension building between them.
“Evan? What is it?” Millie’s heart was pounding hard.
“I just...
