Wendy
When Reed pressed his lips to my knuckles, a jolt of pure electricity shot straight up my arm. His dark eyes never left mine and for a second, the entire world outside this dining room just seemed to vanish.
I felt a flutter in my stomach but I tried my best to hide it from him.
"Come on.” I whispered as I gently pulled my hand back, though my skin still burned from his touch. "Before the food gets cold."
Reed nodded. “Of course. I can't wait.”
We moved to the table.
I sat in the chair right next to William, while Reed took the seat opposite us.
Serving them felt surprisingly natural, as if my hands remembered a routine my brain had forgotten. I scooped a generous amount of mashed potatoes onto William's plate and gave him a tender piece of chicken and carefully cut it into b
