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“Eat.”

I stare at him.

He returns to his coffee like he did not just almost stop my heart.

I pick up the cinnamon roll.

“Just so we’re clear, I currently dislike you.”

“No, you don’t.”

I take an aggressive bite.

Unfortunately, he is right.

Chapter 5

Gavin

I should have handed her a napkin.

Instead, I put my thumb on her mouth and let it linger against her lip long enough to know exactly how soft it was.

Then I walked back to my side of the island before I did something worse.

Now Hannah is sitting across from me, taking an angry bite of cinnamon roll while I drink coffee and pretend I didn’t come within an inch of kissing her thirty seconds ago.

Smart.

I could put on a shirt. I probably should, considering the way her eyes keep finding my chest.

I don’t.

I’m still hot from training, but that isn’t the only reason I leave the shirt off. Catching her staring through the window earlier made one thing painfully clear.

I like her watching me.

Especially when keeping my own eyes off her is becoming damn near impossible.

She sits with one leg tucked beneath the other, curls wild, her loose T-shirt hanging soft over all the curves I want my hands on.

I take another sip of coffee.

Doesn’t do a damn thing.

Her gaze drops to my chest again.

I catch her.

She realizes it and looks up, color spreading over her cheeks.

Good.

At least I’m not suffering alone.

She takes another bite of the cinnamon roll.

“You’re doing it again.”