My face burned. “Okay, maybe a little avoiding.”
“Why?” His tone wasn’t teasing now. It was low, but serious.
I looked down at my glass. “I just… didn’t want more drama.”
Jaxon was quiet for a moment, then he said, “So I'm your definition of drama now?”
That made me look up again. The way he said it, he sounded almost hurt.
I opened my mouth to answer, but the waiter returned with our plates, saving me. The smell of the salmon hit my nose first. It looked too buttery and moist while the potatoes were golden on the edges.
“Wow,” I breathed out. “This looks amazing.”
He smirked, picking up his fork. “Told you to trust me.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. I cut a small piece and took a bite, and my eyes nearly closed on instinct. “Okay… this is unfairly good.”
“See?” he s
