Jenna's POV
I reached for a jar of water and poured it into a glass- I shifted a bit, slightly uncomfortable under his intense gaze as I drank the water. Of course, I still couldn't believe what I just heard
"What are you saying Paul, what do you mean by"
"I know what I mean Jenna. I do love you." He stood up, walking to me, and he bent slightly- holding my arm. "Jenna-"
The sound of a knock on the door made him pause, he stared at me for a second before standing properly, letting go of my arm
"Come in," he said- the door opened and a waitress walked in, behind her were two ladies, all of them held trays of food in their hands
Paul cleared his throat, walking back to his seat while the foods were placed on the table. My cheeks were flushed in discomfort- Paul wouldn't stop staring
