Chapter 64

Avery

His eyes met mine, storm-gray with desire. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." I could see it in the tension of his shoulders, the careful restraint in every touch—he was enduring the fading mark too, perhaps even more acutely than I was. Yet he'd held back, always waiting for me to be ready, always putting my needs first.

The moonstone waiting in my bag had shifted something inside me. I didn't want to