Silas ducked to catch her gaze, and she realized she’d looked away in silence. “Why don’t you like being watched while you eat?” Ivy considered getting up from the table, but his entire presence created a gravitational pull that held her in place. “Because it makes me feel uncomfortable,” she said, barely above a whisper. “And why is that?” Her distress turned to anger. “Why do you fucking think?” She hissed, setting her cup down. “Is it that surprising the fat girl doesn’t want to be gawked at while she’s just trying to have her breakfast?” The tight coil in his body snapped as understanding
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