ELORA

As Rowen stood by the car door, holding it open for me, the glow of the moon outlined his silhouette. His dark hair caught the night breeze, brushing softly over his forehead. I hesitated for a second, my heel still inside the car, before finally stepping out.

The moment my eyes met his, something deep and hungry stirred in the air between us.

He said nothing at first. Just watched me with that dark, unreEleanorble gaze of his. That stillness that made everything in me scream with awareness.

His voice, when he finally spoke, was low. “The longer you keep me waiting, Elora… the more tempted I am to...