Chapter 84

Freya’s POV

The weights on my chest lift with every fit reverberating out of my body.

It’s soothing once more and the night doesn’t seem as cold and dreary as it had only a few minutes ago.

Silas is less tensed and his shoulders fall naturally. He looks at me with a much softer gaze.

He strides over to me, slowly taking away the little distance between us, holding my eyes with his so strongly that I cannot look away even if I wanted to.

I know I don’t want to.

He leans up to stroke away a stray strand of hair whisping in the gentle breeze, tucking it behind my ear lobe.

The gesture is enough to draw heat on my cheeks and the tips of my ear, where his large and warm fingers graze.

Just one graze and I’m holding myself from making a sound at the back of my throat.

He leans in and I’m too expectant, raising my head to meet him, even rising on my tippy toes to reduce the distance.

I close my eyes, waiting for it but the