The ride back to the chalet was quiet but charged with an intensity that neither of them dared to touch. They both knew that if either of them crossed that line, there would be absolutely nothing stopping them from going completely feral for one another.
By the time the car finally pulled up to the chalet, Aliana's heart was racing as if it had run a marathon inside her chest.
Throughout the journey, she kept her gaze fixed firmly out the window, as though looking at Gavriel would set her on fire, as if she weren't already burning.
She possessed a high tolerance for alcohol, so the amount she had consumed at the club was nowhere near enough to make her drunk. However, it had successfully caused her body to loosen up. The pleasant heat within her helped her fight off the biting winter cold outside.
