20

Twenty

*Rafe*

Four days had passed and I hadn't spoken or even looked at her. Even now as she was sitting across the table directly in front of me, I tried to avoid glancing her way, but it was too hard. I found myself unconsciously studying the little things about her. Like the way her eyes creased when she smiled at something the other lady, Addy or whatever her name was said to her.

How her hair framed her perfect heart shaped face and how her red lips looked swollen enough to know that she'd been recently kissed to oblivion.

I groaned and glanced down at the tightness in my breeches. I couldn't keep going on like this. What I needed was to get her out of my system.

Suddenly, she lifted her head and our eyes met in a tense clash. In that moment, it felt like time stood still. It was just the two of us sitting at the table, locked in a silent battle of wills. I strained to read her expression, but it was as blank as a fresh sheet of paper. There was something different about