MAYA’S POV:
I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest to hide the betrayal of my own body. Then, I stood tall like I was above the hot meal he had waiting for me.
“Whether my stomach rumbles or not, Rafe, it shouldn’t matter to you,” I snapped, my voice rising above the embarrassment. “What matters is that I said I’m not hungry. That should be enough for you to just let me be. It is my word against whatever is going on in my stomach and your intuition.”
I expected him to take a step back, but he didn't move. He stood like a mountain in the doorway, his shadow stretching across the floorboards.
“And you really think I’m just going to do that?”
Yes, that was exactly what I expected—for him to leave me alone, like he has been doing the entire day.
I shrugged at him, trying to look indiff
