Chapter 197
- Ava’s POV
- His dark eyes never left mine as his hands went to the hem of the simple sweatshirt they had given me. He didn't rush. The pull of the fabric over my head was a slow, conscious act of unveiling.
- He tossed it aside, his gaze devouring me. Cool air kissed my bare skin, and I shivered, not from cold, but from the possessive hunger in his gaze.