Eric cleared his throat and moved to his chair, acutely aware of his own body, of the way the room felt suddenly too small. Sera stepped closer, taking the serving spoon.
"How have you been?" Eric asked, surprised at himself for even trying.
"I'm fine, Alpha," she said evenly, scooping food onto his plate.
She reached for the jar of juice at the same moment he did. Their hands hovered, inches apart. Both stopped.
The silence stretched.
Without thinking, Eric's finger brushed her wrist. Then, slower, unconsciously, it traced downward.
Sera inhaled sharply.
She glanced down at his finger where it hovered near her wrist, then back up at his face. Then memory came roaring back.
She remembered finding out about his engagement not from him, but from that woman. From Delilah's smug smile and condescension. She remembered standing there, feeling like a fool while her chest caved in.
Coward, her mind supplied cruelly.
