The Turning Point

Elias tilted his head slightly, resting his chin lightly against the top of my head. His warmth seeped through me, but my mind was still reeling, caught between the weight of what just happened and the lingering heat of his lips. My forehead was pressed to his chest, and I couldn’t bring myself to move or speak. I had no idea what to say—or how to think, for that matter.

"You’re awfully quiet,” he murmured, his voice a low hum that vibrated through me. His arms around me loosened slightly, giving me space without fully letting go. “Too quiet for someone who always seems to have a sharp comeback ready.”

I swallowed hard, my lips tingling in a way that made it impossible to argue. Was he teasing me now? I wasn’t sure. My heart was pounding too loudly to tell. “I don’t know what to say,” I finally mumbled, my voice muffled against him.