Chapter 38 I Hope You're Done Teasing Me

• Ezekiel's and my gazes remained locked, a silent intensity passing between us. My hands instinctively covered my chest and lower body, trying to shield myself from his eyes, though deep down, I wanted him to see me. My bosom rose and fell heavily, betraying my nervous excitement.
• He sat between my legs, his expression unreadable but undeniably captivated. I felt both embarrassed and exhilarated under his gaze.
• To tease him—or maybe to tempt myself—I shifted, covering my chest with one hand and letting the other linger lower. His eyes darkened slightly as they followed my movements.