Evie stood there, motionless, as Ezra's body pressed against hers, her throat dry and heart racing.
She had never expected him to come to her house this late at night—around 11 PM. When she opened the door and saw the weariness in his eyes, Evie felt a tug at her heartstrings.
She stepped aside for him to enter, and as she closed the door behind them and turned, he enveloped her in a hug.
In his embrace, she felt small, his strong arms wrapping around her, that familiar warmth surrounding her. His masculine scent filled her senses as he buried his head in the crook of her neck, seeking solace.
They stood together in silence, the absence of words speaking volumes as they held each other, as if they had been separated for far too long.
To Ezra, it felt like coming home. Evie was soft, her scent sweet, and the hug calmed the storm within him. He wanted to stay like this forever.
