CHAPTER 107

KYLO’S POV

There were no words exchanged, we were quiet, but the awkwardness of that was not felt and nobody seemed to mind. This, in particular, was a sensation that I could almost smell; there was still the ghost of Varya’s perfume to be felt – the memory of her physical closeness and desire.

My fingers clicked on the steering wheel and I felt the internal tension rise like lava rising through the throat of a volcano.

Tonight was different in the sense that I could not contain myself and the signals my body was sending to hers. I still could not understand it but touch, even meeting her eye, involved a spark, and it was rather provoking.

It was then that I switched off the car engine and looked her way, then at the house. For a moment she gazed at the window and her profile was visible in the tawdry neon lighting from outside the building.

I stood there simply looking at her Cheeks parted a little, lips a little open, even the gentle rise and fall of her chest fascinated me. I felt