She hadn't meant to.
She hadn't even realized she was doing it.
But something about the way he held her… about the way he spoke those words with such quiet certainty… it made her want to be closer.
Her eyes found his.
And for a moment—just one suspended second—time froze.
His crimson gaze locked onto hers, dark and steady, glowing faintly with the reflection of illusionary starlight from the window. His arms hadn't moved. His hands still rested lightly on her waist, not pulling her, not pressing—but present.
Eva's breath was shallow now. Her heart wouldn't stop its wild rhythm. Every inch of her skin felt like it was buzzing, alive with something she couldn't name.
Her face tilted up a little more.
So close now.
She could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips.
Neither of them spoke.
They didn't need to.
The moment had already chosen its path.
Then… softly… their lips touched.
