Elena's POV:
"It's already turning me on."
"I know," I breathed. I felt my face heat instantly.
I shot him a look—half warning, half amusement—and he just smiled wider, unapologetic and infuriatingly attractive. The nerve of him. Saying things like that so casually, like we weren’t standing in the middle of a snow-dusted tree farm with volunteers and children everywhere.
Milo, thankfully oblivious, was already waving enthusiastically at Lia and her mother, shouting a loud goodbye that echoed between the trees.
We said our rounds—thank-yous to the volunteers, polite nods to people whose names I’d already forgotten but whose smiles felt genuine. Winter’s Edge had that effect. You couldn’t just disappear into the background. You were seen here.
By the time we reached the edge of the far
