He hesitated, then reached out and stroked the back of my head again, his touch much gentler this time. Shivers danced down the nape of my neck when his big thumb stroked the shell of my ear before rubbing my earlobe. Our eyes locked. Edin’s gaze flickered down for a brief moment when I swallowed with a rush of nerves, tracking the bob of my throat. Then he looked back up, his too-big pupils widening as we stared at each other.
