Page 43 of Savage Cravings

As if he knew I was telling the truth, and he approved.

I shouldn’t want his approval.

Shouldn’t and didn’t were two completely different things.

I looked down at the table without saying anything.

“You’re a quiet little thing, aren’t you?”

My eyes flew up and met his. I could feel a small frown forming between my eyebrows before I could really force myself to neutralize my expression.

“I’m sorry if I’m not entertaining enough for you, but you’re the one who sat down at my table.”

“Ah, no need to apologize, angel. I find you are plenty entertaining for me.”

I scowled. “Is this a joke to you?”

Face serious, he replied, “No. Not even a little bit.”

I didn’t know how to react to that, especially under the intensity of his brown eyes. I shifted a little, and thankfully, our food arrived just in time, saving me from the awkward silence that was quickly descending into our space.

I didn’t know why I was behaving so awkwardly.

I wasn’t an awkward person—at least, I hadn’t thought so, but there was just something about the man that made me want to lose all my composure.

I didn’t like it.

Not one bit.

“What thoughts have got you scowling like that?” Silas asked.

I took in his face, trying to gauge if he was messing with me, but he seemed genuinely interested. As if he was truly fascinated by everything that went on inside my mind.

“You,” I answered without thinking.

One side of his lips tilted up in a half smile. “Me?”

“Yes. You. What are you even doing here?”

“I’m enjoying my breakfast.”

“Enjoy it elsewhere. There are plenty of empty tables around.”

“I’m enjoying the company,” he said, forking up a good amount of eggs and plopping them into his mouth. I watched his lips as he chewed.

Taking a huge sip of my coffee, I realized too late I didn’t blow on the scalding liquid or give it a chance to cool. I tried to hide the fact that the liquid burned as it slid down my throat. I looked off to the side, out the window, as my eyes watered.

My skin flushed from embarrassment and from his intense gaze.

I wished he would stop looking at me like that.

“Eat, angel.”

I scowled. It seemed to be my go-to face whenever he was around. I didn’t like being told what to do. I was going to eatanyway—not because he told me to, but because I was hungry. Yet there was something that irked me about his face as I grabbed the fork and shoved some eggs into my mouth.

“Why the nickname?” I asked. That wasn’t what I had intended to say, and it was easy enough to figure out why he called me that. And now, I was giving him the opportunity to throw some more cheesy lines my way.

“Because the first time I saw you was the first time I felt my heart stall. Now, who would have the power to do that but some divine entity?”

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