“You’re unusually quiet. What’s the matter?”
I paused from munching my food when Myles suddenly asked me that question. I slowly looked up only to see him watching me intensely with those deadly, dominating eyes of his. I swallowed the lump in my throat, avoiding eye contact because I couldn’t get it.
“Nothing.” I simply answered, going back to what I was eating.
I have been avoiding him for two days. I know he noticed my usual cold replies from the avoidance of locking our eyes, or the part when every time we go to the same room, I'd immediately turn around and go in a different direction, to make sure our path wouldn’t cross.
And I know he’s not dumb not to notice everything.
“Really?”
He crosses his arms against his chest, leaning back on his seat with an arch brow. He’s not
