“No,” I gently shook my head, “Not yet.”
I wondered if I should look away and pretend he didn’t stare at me like that because it would be awkward if I pointed it out. Hell! If this was his normal state whenever our eyes met, why didn’t I notice that?
Without hesitation, I crawled in my heart—I looked away—avoiding his gaze. Clearing my throat, I heard him smirking. f**k! He noticed me.
“I’m hungry,” he declared.
“I told you to order something—”
“I wanted to eat with you,” he conveyed, using his baritone voice.
Ezekiel feels like he’s genuine with it. I couldn’t even sense something off with him while voicing what he wanted to say. Hell! Is it really the Hiro Ezekiel Traviesco I knew? He looks different from what I thought. This guy looks like he’s begging for attention from someone—t
