Eva's POV
Whatever Aaron's peering at, on his phone, must have him really irritated. His jaw ticks hard enough as he grinds his teeth.
I'd have worried about him shattering them but I have more pressing issues on my hands. For example, getting through this night without Aaron recognizing me.
But who am I kidding? As soon as I claim the empty chair that's positioned across Aaron, his attention diverts to me.
And he tenses. His eyes widen subtly just as his nostrils flare lightly.
His eyes, which were filled with lust and almost rolling to the back of his head, the last time I saw him, dance with detestation.
Mixed feelings of guilt and misplaced pleasure swim in my belly as I avert my gaze from his piercing his eyes.
His phone now lies forgotten on the dinner table
