“Stop looking at me like that,” I huffed.

“Like what?” he asked innocently. Innocent, he was not.

“Like you’re enjoying this.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Sit down, baby, and let me feed you.”

I sat down and watched as he took the seat next to me. I knew my face was scrunched up when I asked, “What is your fascination with making sure I eat?”

I had noticed it a few times. The way he was always asking me if I was hungry, how he would get this weird look in his eyes whenever I ate something. And how he wouldn’t take a bite out of his meal until I did it first.

He looked away, and I got the feeling that he didn’t want me to see what he was feeling. “I just really hate the thought of you going hungry during your time as a runaway teen. I guess this is my way of making sure it never happens again.”

“Oh.”

And that was all I could get out because there seemed to be a lump the size of my fist in my throat. My lips trembled, but I kept my eyes on him as I grabbed his large hand in both of mine.

Even the contrast between our hands fascinated me. His skin was a little darker than mine, his knuckles a little hairy, and the size of them. Twice as big as mine, and very, very capable.

I kissed his knuckles because he seemed to enjoy these moments when I took initiative, and I watched as he relaxed before my very eyes. “Thank you,” I said, softly.

His hand came alive in mine as he turned it around and squeezed it tightly. He leaned over and kissed my cheek before making his way down my jaw to my neck, where he buried his face.

I felt his hot breath on my skin, and I didn’t want to move. Never mind the fact that we were probably drawing the attention of other patrons. I wanted him here with me forever.

I might be falling for you.

Could he feel how hard my heart was beating?

The thought came out of nowhere, but it felt true enough.

When our server came to the table, Logan reluctantly pulled away. I knew the feeling, but I put on a wide smile, and let him order for the both of us.

He seemed to revel in these kinds of things. Where I let him take care of my every need, and that seemed to include ordering for me.