ILIANA’S POV
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The warmth of the restaurant is cozy, but the breeze that flows through the large door is salty, but as the cool air kisses my open back, wrapping around my skin, my chest is on fire with the way Drystan is staring at me. His eyes scan over me, the infatuation lingering in his orbs as the edges of his full lips twist up into a smirk, a smirk that has my heart pounding in my ears and my knees pressed together firmly.
I don’t know this man, yet he has a strange effect on me.
“What?” the word comes out as a whisper. I think the wind could be louder than my voice right now. “I just—” he falters, his lips pressing into a thin line as the rest of his face relaxes. Tension builds, uncertainty meets his eyes, and his jaw moves side to side as his lips rub against one another. “J
