Nine

"Duncan," She muttered under her breath, recalling his name with her eyes still fixed on the meat.

"You haven't had anything since we started dinner." His voice sent chills down her spine, but not in a good way, dragging her out of her reverie. "Aren't you hungry?"

Erin shrugged, refraining from taking her eyes higher to meet his face. Her stomach tied itself into knots and grumbled.

"You are," He replied himself under his breath and pushed his leg so it could touch hers once again.

Erin chanced a glance at his inquisitive honey browns, and a line formed over her brows disapprovingly at him. He returned to his meal, shoulders drooping in disappointment at her silence. She didn't want him, why didn't her parents get it?

"Maybe I shouldn't have said what I said earlier knowing how much he meant to you," Mark stated, referring to their argument.

"It's fine," Erin crisped.

"What is wrong with you?" Lola nudged her ribs, and she swallowed a yelp, boring a hole into Lola's head.

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