By the time he finished speaking, Aliana's heart was galloping completely out of control. She wondered if she might actually faint at this rate.
Yet his words touched a profound and deeply buried part of her soul, systematically erasing every lingering doubt in her head.
Her gaze remained locked on his, and she watched as his eyes dipped to her lips once more.
She knew that if he stared at her like that for even a moment longer, nothing would stop her from surrendering herself to him completely. Part of her desperately wanted that, because she realised just how terribly she had missed him while trapped in that dark, cramped container.
His presence was taking deeper root in her life, a truth made undeniably clear by the horrific experience of being separated from him.
Still, there were too many things they had yet to ask each other and get clarity on.
So, with herculean effort, she tore her gaze away from him before finally lifting her hands from his shoulders to cup his face.
