Is it just me or has Amelia’s dad been giving me so many side eye glances the second I stepped into this place? Oh, take me away, please.
“Are you okay? Are you cold?” Thane whispered beside me as he was about to grab his coat and put it on me.
“No, no. It’s alright.” I gave him a small smile and briefly placed my hand over his leg to let him know he didn’t need to do that.
I swallowed nervously as I took a small piece of the steak. The most delicious steak I have ever eaten in my entire life and if in another situation I was eating the same thing, I would probably be squealing in joy at how good it was and praising the chef, but not now, not when I was being judged with every single move I did. I felt like I was being judged just by breathing even.
This is torture.
Don’t even get
