Chapter 77

• Third POV
• The evening was quiet, too quiet, except for the low sound of music coming from the small speaker on the table. Velvet sat on the couch, her heart racing, her cheeks warm. She didn’t know how it started, one look, one careless word, and now here they were, lost in the kind of moment she had only dreamed about.
• Zavian’s hand was on her waist, firm but gentle. His eyes, sharp and dark, watched her face like she was the only thing in the world. She could feel the pull between them, heavy and real. Every time he looked at her like that, her heart forgot how to beat right.