**Natasha's POV**
I was weak on my knees. I tried to think but it wasn't working. Plus, his hand was unbelievably close to mine on the table. Barely an inch and we'd be touching.
Was he gonna touch me after ignoring my existence for a week now?
I mean, I don't mind it but we gotta be logical, yeah?
I watched his lips curve into a mischievous smirk as his hand moved. I held my breath, but I didn't feel the touch. My eyes darted to the table to see that he had passed my hand and instead, picked a strawberry from the plate just beside my hand, throwing it into his mouth. He chuckled.
Whattt?
It felt like the ground should open up and swallow me. I was utterly embarrassed and, to add to it, my cheeks had turned a deep shade of pink. I shook my head, rather unnecessarily, and made to ba
