ARIEL POV
As we sat around the dinner table, feasting on what was before us, Alan's eyes seemed to always catch my gaze. Piercing and sensuous, there was a strength in them that could make any female's head spin, so I found myself unwittingly drawn to them.
I went into the room when we were done with our lunch, finding comfort in words bright on my cell phone screen. They danced and those were their tales of storytelling with me, so much an outlet for something simmering there, inside.
That is, Alan was hot at my heels. Because of Alan's steps, I managed to hear soft falls of the carpet of our room while his warm smile awaited in the entrance of that very room where I would try to relax.
"Why did you smile at me, while we were eating at the dining table?" I asked in a whisper, my voice
