Evaline:
The knock came again. Firmer this time. Sharp enough to yank me back into my own body.
Oscar's eyes narrowed in irritation, jaw tightening. He didn't move away though. Not right away. We both stood frozen against the door—his tall frame still blocking mine, his hand still loosely resting on the wall beside my head.
It was insane how aware I was of him. His scent, that stupid mint and cedar mix, the way his voice had wrapped around my name like he was afraid to let it go. And now—now that I had seen the side of him that didn't push me away—I didn't know what to do with it.
"Are you going to get that?" I asked breathlessly.
He huffed. "It's probably Kieran. He has the worst timing."
With a reluctant glance down at me, he finally stepped back, but not without brushing his fingers against my arm in the process. That brief touch felt like a trail of fire across my skin.
