Evelyn's POV
Oh God! I hadn't realized I'd been dead for seven years—not until Nathan kissed me.
The second his lips touched mine, the world as I knew it shifted. There was no stopping my body's reaction, no holding back the rush of emotions that flooded me.
I couldn't. I wouldn't.
That kiss was unlike anything I'd felt in seven long years. Holy hell! It wasn't just a kiss—it was life. It was everything I'd missed. Everything I'd craved.
The only other kiss I'd shared was with Victor. That flat and hollow, meaningless kiss during the engagement ceremony.
A show for the crowd. A kiss that did nothing to stir my soul bitterly.
If not that it was a public space, I would have cleaned my lips the minute his lips touched mine.
Victor irritated me.
But Nathan? God, he
