Evangeline’s POV:
To my surprise, Orian glances at my half-eaten ice cream cone and asks, “Can’t eat anymore?”
I blink up at him, feeling a little guilty. “I already ate waffles before coming,” I admit, shifting the cone slightly. “But I don’t want to waste it, so I thought I’d eat slowly.”
He nods, completely unfazed. “Give it to me.”
I hesitate for a moment before handing him the cone.
Without a second thought, he takes it and starts eating where I left off.
My throat goes dry.
He doesn’t even hesitate.
Not even the slightest bit.
Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I swallow hard, looking away as he finishes it in just a few bites.
I don’t know why, but a strange feeling settles in my chest.
Something warm.
Something unsettling.
I bite my lip and shift my focus
