Page 23 of Falling for Famine
His eyes found mine again as he reached out and took the hand holding the spatula. I sucked in a sharp breath, far too aware of everything he did. My mantra hadn’t worked at all. I was putty in his hands, and he didn’t even know it.
He watched me closely, and when my pulse kicked up and heat filled my cheeks, that elusive smile made a grand reappearance.
Maybe he did know what he did to me. Holy hell. My whole body was in chaos at the sight of that smile. He never smiled, but now I’d seen it twice in less than a day. I didn’t have any clue what that meant.
I’d basically told him to leave after he’d saved me from a group of demons and angels looking to kill me. But the significance of my looming death and the supernatural enemies bent on making it happen somehow didn’t compare to the smile slanting his mouth right now.
He didn’t speak, just helped me cook in silence. And I, the dumb woman who apparently didn’t know a lick about sexy situations despite the horde of novels I read, acted like a totalnoob at relationships and let him do whatever the fuck he wanted.
His smile grew as I struggled to plate our breakfast, and before I could grab mine, he stole both and went to the couch where I usually ate. I didn’t have a table. It seemed pointless when it was just me, myself, and I.
His eyes tracked me as I made my way over, and when I went to grab my plate, he pulled it out of reach. I glared at him, having already played this game with him once.
“Ghost,” I snarled. “I only have today left—”
A forkful of eggs was already at my mouth, and the gorgeous jerk at the other end of it just watched, waiting.
“I’m not letting you feed me today,” I told him, but the eggs stayed where they were.
I was stubborn, but apparently not as stubborn as this Horseman. He’d wait as long as it took for me to eat it.
I leaned forward and snagged the bite with a glare at him. His lips twitched, and he tried to go for another forkful, but I was already ahead of him. I stole the other fork and lifted a bite to his mouth.
Ha! Take that, you stubborn jerk.
But unlike me, he didn’t hesitate or argue. He leaned forward, keeping his pretty eyes on me, and took every bit of it into his mouth. My own mouth fell open, and again, his lips slid up in the world’s briefest smile.
Was he…teasing me?
I blinked. He blinked. We both blinked before my brows went down in a scowl.
“You’re teasing me, aren’t you?” I demanded.
And then he laughed. The sound was so foreign I nearly came out of my skin. It was husky and rich and it made my insides turn to goo.
I’d gone completely still, while his shoulders shook and he brought another bite of egg up to my mouth. I glared at it, and that only seemed to make him laugh harder. I was both honored and pissed off that it was me who’d roused this new side of him.
But it hurt to think that today was the last day I’d get to see him at all. His laughter faded after catching the shift in my expression. Then his head canted as I got to my feet.
My throat was burning fiercely as I snatched my purse. I heard him follow me out, but I didn’t look at him. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. I’d cry if I did, and I didn’t want his pity or for him to think I’d changed my mind. I hadn’t. I’d meant every word I said to him last night.
It was still early, but I made my way to Dolci Caldi. I needed to see Felix. I wanted to spend every minute of today with him. And I needed to find a way to leave the box in his home before…
I blinked back tears as Ghost caught up with me, his sharp stare catching the sadness ready to spill down my cheeks. But he didn’t speak, and neither did I. It was only until I made it inside and Clara gasped that I looked at him.
Because she wasn’t looking at me.
She was looking at him.
Chapter Ten
Nomi
Iopened my mouth, but Clara had already rushed over. “Um, Nomi, who is this…very nice man you’ve brought with you today?”
My mouth opened and closed like I was a fish desperate for water.
But Ghost didn’t waste time. He offered her a hand. “Limos. I’m Nomi’s boyfriend.”
