Delphine pov
I kept my focus on my coffee, swirling the last bit of creamer around with the spoon. I pretended not to notice Jeffrey’s gaze burning into me from across the table. Twenty minutes—he’d been staring for twenty minutes. I could feel it, the weight of his eyes making my skin itch.
Jeffrey had been so kind to me lately, too kind, almost. It was dangerous, letting someone in when I was like this—fragile, raw. I didn’t want to admit it, but he was getting to me. Almost like he knew exactly where the cracks were and how to slip in through them.
Finally, I set my cup down and sighed. “Are you just going to keep staring at me like that?”
He smiled, soft and unbothered, like my irritation didn’t faze him. “I could stare at you all day.”
“Oh, please.” I rolled my eyes, trying to a
