Evander's POV
Her breath brushed mine.
Close. Too close.
For one dizzying second, I forgot everything — where we were, who she was, what she'd done to me. My gaze dropped to her mouth, the smallest tremor of movement on her lower lip pulling me in like gravity itself.
I shouldn't have looked.
Gods, I shouldn't have.
But then I did.
And I was gone.
Her lips parted the slightest bit, searching for air, and I leaned forward instinctively — my nose brushing hers, just for a heartbeat. The softest contact, almost nothing, but it burned.
The wolf in me prowled at the surface, claws scraping, whispering, just a little more.
I could feel every inch of her — the warmth of her breath, the flutter of her pulse, the trembling tension that filled the narrow space between us.
And then my gaze fell lower.