ZOE
I told him I needed space. But Blake Thompson isn’t exactly making that easy, not when he’s sitting right there, staring at me like he’s got every right to. I shift in my seat, possibly trying my very best to avoid his stare while my damn brother is just a few inches away from us.
My phone’s in my hand, fingers hovering over the keys. Screw it.
I swear, Blake Thompsoooon, quit staring at me, or I'll put your damn eyeballs in the fridge!!!
I hit send, glancing up to see his reaction, half-expecting a smirk or an eye roll. Instead, he just leans back, unfazed, and without breaking eye contact, taps out a reply. My phone buzzes.
Blake: Go ahead, sweetheart. I’ll still find a way to watch you.
A shiver runs down my spine, and I fight the urge to glance at him again. The audacity—ar
