Deacon’s POV
The night breeze remained calm as I led Elena down a quiet path deep into the woods, which differed from the loud sound of my pondering heart being so close to her.
My hands swayed near hers. We were so close to each other, but I dared not hold her hand, as she was, after all, already married and taken.
That thought of reality was still like a sharp knife constantly being pierced through my heart.
Constantly, I would discreetly glance at her to find her glancing back at me every once in a while, her eyes filled with curiosity. But she remained silent and followed my steady pace, which surprised me as well, as I wondered how I managed to do that with her so close to me and with her scent engulfing my every being.
Halting halfway, I glanced at her as I reached my arms up to
