His hands tightened around her waist almost unconsciously, pulling Ophelia a little closer until there was practically no space between them.
"Really?" he murmured, his voice low and husky, too close to her mouth.
Jacob rested his forehead against hers for a moment,
She was surprised at even the slightest agreement to her idea of getting out. It was something she wasn’t used to him agreeing too. Usually it was a huffed breath, shake of the head, and walking out. Always putting others ahead.
It was something she always thought would —