It was now her turn. "You have something on your..." She extended her hand to his face, letting her thumb slide across the edge of his lips. "This." She showed him, but before retracting her hand, he caught it with his.
"I don't understand, Amelia." He softly spoke as if afraid that he would scare her away. But she was done running.
"I want you, Evan." She never broke their eye contact, allowing him to read what she felt at that moment. She hoped she was transparent about her feelings, but if not, she could spell it out for him.
"I mean..." She stood up from her stool and walked around the counter until she stood before him. He still did not let go of her hand, so with her other hand, she used her fingers to tilt his head up until his gaze returned to her eyes.
