CHAPTER 25 Ties that bind

  Cavin's POV

  I watched her as she bolted up the stairs, her breath ragged and her eyes wide with confusion and something else—something deeper that neither of us could name. She'd felt it, too. The way her body responded to my touch, the way she melted under my hands. Yet she ran, as if putting space between us would somehow change what was happening.

  But there was no escaping this.

  I gripped the edge of the doorframe, forcing myself to stand still, forcing the raw heat coursing through me to calm down. The door to her room slammed shut, the faint sound of her muffled breath reaching me through the thin wood. She was still trembling. Good. I wanted her on edge. I wanted her to think about me.