CHAPTER 14-APOLOGY ACCEPTED

Ethel

“Something is there,” I said, pointing at a piece of pie hanging at the corner of Tavian’s bottom lip. He pointed in the opposite direction, raising a brow at me. “No, here,” I pointed, almost touching it, then I pulled my hand back.

I should just leave him. He seemed to be messing with me, can’t he feel it?

“Where is it?” He asked again, locking his eyes with me. Those eyes. Damn.

I sighed and dropped my fork, then I pointed at it again. “Here.” I was going back when he caught my hand.