Evelyn stood in Ronan's room, heart pounding, the low hum of the party still echoing in her ears. But in here, it was quiet—only the sound of their breathing, the soft shuffle of his boots on the floor, and the crackle of electricity hanging between them.
She reached for him.
It was deliberate. Confident.
Her lips met his with certainty, not hesitation. She kissed him the way she had learned he liked—slow at first, then deeper, pulling him in with soft moans and gentle bites. Her hands moved up his chest, over his shoulders, tracing the curves and strength of the man who had become everything to her.
Ronan felt the shift instantly.
This wasn’t the girl who had once flinched from a raised voice or kept her gaze pinned to the floor. This was Evelyn, who had grown into herself with every
