Salome’s POV
"You are staring again," Jeremiah said.
The sound of his voice snapped me back to the present. I realized I was biting my lip, my mind still stuck on the way he looked at me on the plane. That heavy, lingering gaze was burned into my brain. I tried to shake the image, but the harder I fought it, the more it stuck.
Jeremiah stood over my wheelchair, his expression hard to read. He didn't look angry, but those dark eyes saw right through me. "Is something on your mind?"
"Nope," I said. The word came out too fast and a little too high. "Just spacing out. Tired, I guess."
"Mhm." He didn't believe me for a second. A tiny muscle in his jaw twitched, almost like he was fighting a smile, but he turned his head before I could be sure.
The elevator doors slid open at the top floor
