Only this time, the sun is staring back at her.
I still have her elbow in my grasp from where I caught her. Moving with aching slowness, I let my hand glide down her forearm until I encircle her wrist in my fingers.
I raise it to my lips and take one wine-soaked finger in my mouth. I still don’t look away. I stay locked on her, like something as little as a blink will ruin this forever.
I suck the wine off one finger. Then the next. Then the next.
Then I place her hand gently back by her side.
“If you’re going to try to seduce me to get what you want, Olivia, you should take your heels off first.”
She shudders like a cold wind only she can feel just blasted through the garden. “I should’ve stayed far away from a man like you,” she murmurs.
“If this is living,” she says, gesturing to
