[Music recommendation: Mountains of the moon- Shape]
Her heart did a proper somersault, and Ivan heard it loud and clear. She looked down, avoiding to meet his eyes even though she was clutching onto him like her life depended on it, because in the moment it did.
And Ivan didn't like it one bit. Her sudden quietness and refusal to meet his gaze unsettled him.
So he demanded, "Look at me and answer the question."
She pressed her lips together, stubborn and silent. Still not looking up, still hiding from him.
He tightened his grip on her waist and he dipped his head lower, and said in a deep voice close to her ears, "Look at me, Evelyn"
