She turned and caught my eye, as if she could feel the way I soaked her in, even in a large ballroom filled with hundreds of people. I didn’t turn away. I couldn’t take my eyes off her even if I wanted to. Was I a creep? Yes. But I was also desperate to soak up every moment with her I could get. Beckett tilted his head and assessed me. Then he shook it and held up his whiskey between us. “You’re so fucked.” I didn’t bother turning away from Lila. Yeah. I absolutely was.
