CHAPTER THREE I have no appetite and I am certain Roman doesn’t either. The silence between us seems louder than the talks of the people around us.What’s the point of having lunch at this restaurant if all we do is stare at each other? Obviously not hungry for the food but for the person in front of either of us.His dark eyes feel so intense, like he’s stripping me naked right here, and I can feel the heat in my cheeks, down to my neck, spreading all over my body.Every time I look away, my eyes find a way back to his like I’m on a leash. As confused as I feel, I am loving every second of this teasing.I look down at my plate, my fingers playing with the fork on the plate, pushing around a cut piece of meat, knowing well he’s still looking at me.“You’re avoiding me, Emma,” he says, his voice so low and smooth, but it vibrates on my chest.“I’m eating,” I lie, though I haven’t taken a single bite.“Are you terrified of what happens when you look at me for too long? You’re obviousl
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