As I neared the bottom of the stairs, my eyes found Elias. He stood by the table, adjusting something, but the moment he heard my steps, he turned. His gaze locked on me, and for a moment, the room felt too still. He looked at me longer than I was comfortable with, his lips parting slightly as though he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.
“You cleaned up well,” he finally said, his voice soft but carrying just enough teasing to make my cheeks burn.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, gripping the banister as I descended the last few steps.
He stepped forward, holding out his hand. “May I?”
I glanced at his outstretched hand, then back at him. “Why?”
A playful smile tugged at his lips. “Just trust me.”