Fifty-Four: In His Arms.

ELIANA.

I brought my feet to a halt right in front of his door. My fingers trailed down my neck as I cleared my dry throat. The hair across my skin stood up with the wave of nervousness that hit me at that moment. Folding my fist, I lifted it to the floor and knocked.

It didn't take long until Denver opened his door. Once his dark eyes fell on me, a chill went down my spine. He had a stint of surprise in his arched brows but then a snarky grin when I inched closer to him.

I had to do this.

I had to finally give him my response to what he asked earlier that day.

"You asked me whether it was too late to go back Denver, whether all hope was lost for us?" I parted my lips and he folded his arms. All his concentration was put into deciphering my next words. I shook my head.

"Well, we can't go back, Denver" I said. You could cut through the tension in the air with a knife. He swallowed a hard lump down his throat.

"I already got that from when you left earlier, Eliana, there really is no n