Violet
I sat with Kylan in the corner of the diner, a full tray of food right in front of me. Honestly, I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until I started eating, and now I couldn’t stop.
Kylan watched me, his arms crossed on the table. His eyes were warm, smile a bit too soft—so soft it almost scared me.
“Are you not eating?” I nudged the food.
“No,” Kylan said. “I just want you to eat.”
Then he kept staring at me again with that same gaze. If I hadn’t known any better, I would’ve thought some spirit had taken over his body. This was not the Kylan from yesterday.
“What?” I asked, a bit weirded out.
He shook his head. “Just looking at you.”
I narrowed my eyes. “And what’s going through your head as you’re looking at me?”
His smile faltered a little, and I saw him swallow hard, lik
