Eliza's pov
Cavin's gaze lingered on mine, his eyes soft yet filled with an intensity that made my pulse race. He held my hand, his thumb tracing small circles on my palm, grounding me in the moment. I felt the warmth radiating from him, filling the space between us, making everything else fade away.
"Eliza," he whispered, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down my spine. "I want you to trust me… with everything."
A mixture of anticipation and nervousness tightened in my chest, and I nodded, feeling my cheeks flush. "I do, Cavin. More than anyone."
He gave me a small smile, that familiar look of confidence mixed with a hint of vulnerability. "Then let me show you what it means to be mine."