As soon as Alexander stepped inside, he felt a sense of peace or maybe it was the familiar and pleasant scent of Evelyn's that he has become used to over the past few months.
The color of the room was very her. The pastel tones, books stacked everywhere, photographs pinned on a board and a half-finished painting on the easel by the window.
Alexander stepped further inside silently, taking everything in without touching anything.
"This is where you hide from the world," he murmured.
"Not hide," she corrected gently. "Just, breathe."
He nodded. "It looks like a place you would breathe."
Their eyes met and something shifted. It was a slow pull, magnetic and familiar.
Alexander took another step forward and Evelyn took one back but hit the edge of her bed lightly.
He stopped right in front of her and her breath hitched.
He reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, a gesture that felt too intimate for such a quiet moment.
"You look nervous," he whispered.
