CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Finally!" Ryan's voice cuts through the din, a clear bell of triumph. He stands close, so close. The rain slicks his hair back from his forehead, and his shirt clings to him like a second skin. "Lily, look at what you've done!"
"Me?" I try to laugh over the roar of rain, but it comes out as a half-drowned gasp. The closeness of him, the smell of wet earth and something wild—it's intoxicating.
"Who would've thought?" His eyes hold mine, intense and searing. Those same eyes that have watched over me, challenged me, comforted me. But now there's something new in them. A spark. An acknowledgment of the distance I've craved and the closeness I can't seem to escape.
The rain slows, the heavy drops turning to a drizzle, then a mist. Mason steps forward, his gaze sweeping over
