Amelia’s POV
He got up from the stool and walked up to me, grinning mischievously. “Stop what?” he asked, standing behind me, placing his hands lightly on my arm.
“Stop staring,” I mumbled, hoping he didn’t hear me. My cheeks flushed crimson at the awkwardness of the conversation. I made one stuffed omelet with deli ham and veggies and served it on a plate, while the other was getting cooked. I gave him some assorted chopped fruits to munch on.
“Here, have this, while I finish up,” I said, popping a strawberry into my mouth.
He stared at my mouth like a lion staring at its prey, his eyes darkening with lust. “I can’t stop,” he said, leaning in. What was he up to now? He trailed his finger along my lower lip. It made my heart thump wildly as if it would jump out of my rib cage. A sweet
