Behind Closed Doors

Zara

Vance's fingers were warm under my chin, tilting my face up until I had no choice but to meet his eyes. This close, I could see every small detail I usually missed, the faint stubble along his jaw and way his eyes weren't just brown but had flecks of gold in them when the light hit right.

"Good morning," I said again, softer this time, dropping the sir.

"Better." His mouth curved, just slight