"I don't agree, Evie," he replied, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. He lifted her chin with his finger, showcasing her beautiful red lips. "I'll never tire of your taste," he quipped. "And you're not planning to get bored with me, are you?"
No, that wasn't her intent at all. "I was just saying..." she trailed off, but he interrupted her.
"Shhh," Ezra said softly, his gaze locked on hers.
"You taste like cherries, Evie—sweet and irresistible. I won't grow tired of your taste, and neither will you of mine because I'm not planning to let you," he continued, his confidence evident.
Evie felt a rush of warmth at his boldness. "What do you say?" he asked, releasing her chin and placing his hands at her sides.
"Fine, okay," Evie relented, feeling the moment slip away from her. Ezra's grin widened at her acceptance.
