Chapter 38 I Hope You're Done Teasing Me

Ezekiel's and my gazes remained locked, a silent intensity passing between us. My hands instinctively covered my chest and lower body, trying to shield myself from his eyes, though deep down, I wanted him to see me. My bosom rose and fell heavily, betraying my nervous excitement. He sat between my legs, his expression unreadable but undeniably captivated. I felt both embarrassed and exhilarated under his gaze.