Sara’s POV

I looked up at him slowly. His expression wasn’t hard or cold—it was gentle, but there was a spark in his eyes that made me nervous. I swallowed, my fingers fidgeting at my sides, before taking a small step toward him.

Every step felt heavier than the last. My breathing was shallow, and my heart thudded painfully in my chest. When I finally stopped in front of him, I didn’t know where to put my hands or what to say.

I looked up at him from where he sat on my bed, his eyes soft but intense. The silence between us stretched on, filled only by the sound...