Unprepared

Eve's POV

I didn't want his hands on me. 

Not after Golden.  

I had laid there, perfectly still in bed, allowing myself to think about the one person that made me feel better about myself.  

Adam. 

The look on his face when he had seen me at the ball that night. Gosh. He stared at me as if I were the only one in the room. As if all that existed in the world was just me and him and everything else be damned. 

How could I have resisted not going up to meet him that night? How could I remain in the ballroom, knowing that he was waiting for me? Knowing that he yearned for me. 

My body trembled as I recalled the rough, surprising way he had claimed my lips the minute I stepped through that door. As if he had been starved.