“You’re smoking again?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing him to walk away.
“Mila.” He was standing right over me at the door.
Right now, I felt like a child being scolded after getting caught.
“Love?” His tone was softer now, making me feel guilty. I didn’t even know the story behind those cigarette marks, yet I felt a guilt I had never experienced before.
“I’m sorry.” I zipped my bag and stood up, pulling the strap over my shoulder. “I’ll leave.” I didn’t look at him as I tried to pass him.
Killian extended his arm to stop me, and I finally looked at him. He was staring straight ahead before turning to me. “Why don’t you clean up a bit and meet me back at the lunch table? You should eat something,” he said, his tone soft, his eyes tender.
I didn’t know what to say—something about t
