Delphinia stayed put on the bed, her cheeks still rosy from their chat. She didn't know why Evander's words always got to her, but his voice had a way of making her heart race and her skin tingle.
Sitting close to her, his tall frame outlined by the warm light of the lamp. He looked effortlessly handsome, but his eyes were fixed on her, soft and focused, as if she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
"You're staring again."
"I thought we already established that I can't help it."
She gave an exaggerated eye roll, but a small smile crept onto her face anyway. "You're impossible."
"And you're beautiful," he countered, his voice so gentle that it made her breath hitch.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence lingered, but there was a strange comfort in it. His hand reached out, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. The light brush of his fingers against her skin sent a shiver down her spine.