Raven’s POV
Rowan,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He stood with his back to me, chest rising and falling like he was trying to steady himself.
But the air between us is heavy and suffocating. I couldn’t look away from him, from the way his fingers twitched like he wanted to reach for me but was fighting the urge.
I should’ve stayed quiet. I should’ve let him walk away.
But I didn’t.
“Look at me,” I pleaded, my voice trembling.
He turned slowly, and when his eyes met mine, I sucked in a sharp breath.
Like he was at war with himself, like touching me had unravelled something he couldn’t shove back into place.
He then shifted the table, his hand shooting out to grab my face. His fingers pressed into my cheeks, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make my heart slam again
