"What is this?" he asked.
"Just some antacids," I said, carefully plucking the bottle from his hands. I resisted the urge to snatch them in fear that he would notice something was amiss. I kept my tone as neutral as possible. "It's only a minor stomach issue. The doctor said it's nothing serious."
I met his gaze, keeping as still as possible as Alexander was watching me closely.
Too closely.
His eyes moved over my face as if trying to read every thought I was hiding. I tightened my grip around the cup.
I tried to school my expression. I had to be natural. Anything less, and he might start asking questions I wasn't ready to answer.
He held my gaze for another moment before finally exhaling.
"I see." A trace of tension left his expression. I lightly exhaled as well in relief. "Take care of yourself."
The quiet concern in his voice caught me off guard.
He moved to the sofa beside me and poured himself a cup of warm water. Then we sat there side by side in silence.
