“It’s hard to see you with the pack,” Caio observed, turning his chair towards her. “It’s making everyone curious to know more about you.”
“There’s not much to know about me,” she shrugged, trying to sound casual, hiding with effort the discomfort his proximity caused.
“I disagree, I think there’s a lot to know about you,” his eyes slowly scanned her face. “You’re quite interesting.”
“Can you stop that?” she stopped trying to hide her distaste, pulling her face away when he tried to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Amelia was already pressed against the back of the chair, but Caio seemed determined to invade her personal space, leaning towards her. She looked towards the bar, where Mia was excitedly talking to other women.
“I’m not doing anything wrong,” he murmured, smili
