CLARA’S POV
“What keeps you awake at night?” Jake’s eyes focused intently on mine and not for the first time, they drew me in like a moth to a flame and no matter how much I wanted to tear my eyes away, they just would not come off.
What keeps you awake at night?
His eyes glistened with curiosity and the usual sharp edges of his steel cut face relaxed in a softness as I gazed into them. My chest did not rise and fall in the motions of inhalation and exhaling and until I breathed in deeply, stopping my lungs from collapsing, I did not notice that I had been holding my breath. It had to be a superpower; being able to relax a person with a single stare and make it seem like you are their most trustworthy confidant.
As he sat across from me in Lucy's Diner, the air stuffy because half
