Page 35 of Heart Match

‘That will be all, thanks,’ says Luc, making it clear she can leave us alone now.

When she turns her back, he smiles at me, his eyes tightened in amusement meeting mine. I can read so much in those eyes, there is some kind of inexplicable chemistry with the way we can communicate to each other by just staring. It’s absurd. When did that start?

Once our order arrives, I’m glad Lesley doesn’t stick around to join us, though I’m sure that’s what she’d want. She didn’t even look at me when putting my plate in front of me. I’m impressed by how Luc handles this harassment, kindly dismissing her with a friendly smile and immediately turning his attention back at me.

‘Why were you in a hurry today?’ I ask him.

‘Huh?’ he lifts his gaze from his food.

‘You seemed in a hurry earlier today …’

‘Oh, yeah. I was supposed to meet my brother but he had already left.’

‘Sorry about that.’

‘What for?’

‘Making you late?’ I say guiltily.

‘Not your fault,’ he gives me a reassuring smile.

‘Does that have anything to do with me making you lose your focus?’

‘A little.’

I love how his eyes smile when he says it.

‘Oh, really?’

He replies with a wink and goes back to his food.

I’m entertained by watching him eating. Sunlight’s touching his eyes, turning them into an exotic shade of blue, popping even more on his perfect face. I can’t get enough of them. He still has lines from sleeping. With me. On my bed. Why do I feel like I just slept next to a man for the first time? Everything feels intensified this morning.

He pulls out his phone and aims it at me.

‘What are you doing?’ I ask embarrassed, unconsciously tugging on my ponytail.

He grins and says, ‘Taking a photo of you.’

‘What for?’

He holds his phone up closer to me so I can see for myself and waits for my reaction.

I look at the photo on his screen and there’s nothing I haven’t seen before. It’s just plain me, after a run. I glance up at him curious to know what he thinks it’s so special about it.

‘What is it?’ I say.

‘That’s your I-want-to-fuck-you face.’

Oh God.

I flush, letting out an unexpected laugh. That’s not what I was expecting.

‘May I keep it?’ he asks with a boyish grin on his beautiful stubbled face.

‘If you promise not to sell it to a porn website, go ahead.’

Now it’s his turn to laugh.

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