I just stared back at him.
"What do you mean?" I bravely asked.
"I mean it as you think it is," he answers, still not taking his deep dark eyes away from me.
"But you just met me," I argued.
He scoffs, "That doesn't say I couldn't like you."
I couldn't divert my gaze away from him. It's like I'm being swallowed whole by his captivating eyes.
Our gaze was cut-off when we heard a door open. I fidgeted in my seat and winced at the pain on my ankle. I forgot I was hurt.
Raff slowly stood up and distanced himself a little from me. He isn't afraid to be seen by Ciro. He probably just doesn't want him to know what he was doing with me.
While I'm a nervous wreck with my heart thumping in my chest - about to jump out of my body. I've never felt so noticed before. But I still don't t
