I didn't expect Lewis to look at me like that.
He didn't blink. Not once. His gaze stayed steady and deep. It wasn't rude or invasive but it felt like he could hear every thought I was trying to hide. There was no hesitation in him. No awkward pause. Just calm focus. Intent.
It made my chest tighten.
"N-no, thank you," I said, my voice slipping before I could steady it.
That look was too warm. Too locked in. It felt like standing under a light I hadn't agreed to step into. My instincts flared, uneasy, and I turned away without thinking.
"Go rest," he said easily, like nothing strange had passed between us. "Later tonight, meet me at Lustre Jewels."
"Okay," I replied too fast, then hurried toward the bathroom.
The moment I shut the door, I turned on the tap and scrubbed my hands again and again. The water ran cold, but it didn't wash away the feeling. His presence lingered, faint but real, like heat trapped beneath my skin.
What was that?
