#Chapter 23
Evelyn
My mind is a mess of thoughts and feelings that are all intertwined and jumbled together like an unwound string of yarn. As soon as I try to pluck one end and assess it, it unrolls and a flood of hundred other thoughts follow it.
My head and heart are in different spaces and I hate that nothing's making sense. Especially when the person who's causing all of this pandemonium is walking right next to me.
I hate the serenity that's encircling him and the ease with which he's striding beside me as if he's completely unaware of the effect he has on me.
The scent of musky wood wafts off him, suffocating my nostrils and begging me to move closer.
I'm sure it's from an expensive bottle of some prominent brand.
/"Are you going to speak?/" Warren asks softly.
