Chapter 34-Evelyn
I dragged myself up into a sitting position, my breathing uneven as I pulled the rumpled shirt down my thighs. My skin still tingled where Adrian’s hands had been—firm, possessive, punishing in a way that confused the hell out of me.
And the embarrassing part?
I liked it.
I hated that I liked it. I hated that I let him touch me.
I hated even more that he stopped before I could… finish.
Now he stood by the window, shoulders broad under the dim cabin light, staring out into the darkness like he was trying to pull answers from the air itself.
I swallowed and forced out, “Adrian… the necklace… what’s going on?”
He didn’t turn. For a long moment, the silence stretched until it hurt.
Then he let out a slow breath.
“It wasn’t meant to be around your neck,” he said lowl
