~ SASHA ~
Zev staring at her and touching her was… overwhelming. His gaze followed her like she was the only thing in the world, his ice-blue eyes fixed, pupils dilated. And she shivered, her skin pebbling with an intoxicating mix of desire and thrill. She'd had to close her eyes when his fingers met her skin, slid into her hair, because her scalp prickled and she was at risk of embarrassing herself.
She bit her lip to keep herself steady, and just breathed. But then she caught that smell of him again.
Shit, she was a mess. A melting, glowing mess.
Then he whispered her name and she almost whimpered. She'd ached to hear that, that tender, breath of her name, the way he used to say it, in her ear, in her hair, against her skin—for five years.
Her hand slipped up to catch his, to stop him, and he froze. She gave a little laugh. She wasn't even looking at him and she could feel him. Could still read him like a book.
