Erica
As Antonio came to a stop near our table, his golden gaze narrowed on my leg in Ephraim’s lap. And even though I refused to look at him, I could feel his eyes on me, taking me in. “When did you come back?” He asked Ephraim.
I busied myself as I poured a glass of orange juice for myself even though I didn’t want to drink it. “Not long ago.” Ephraim replied.
“One would think you'd come straight to me instead of having breakfast with my captive.”
“I was hungry and so was she.” I was inwardly impressed to see Ephraim talking back to Antonio, to be honest. I didn't think he had it in him.
“Funny. One would think you should be more interested in getting a shower and washing off the night you must’ve had.” Antonio drawled, his fingers ticking away at his side. Tip. Tip. Tap. Tip
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