He stared at me, his blue eyes delving into me a little deeper than I should allow. There was something there. Something familiar and warm. Needing a distraction, I took the plastic fork and stabbed the white, flaky fish. The smell was incredible and I couldn’t help but moan with the first bite. “Oh my God, that is so good.” Patrick was staring at me, his fork stopped halfway to his mouth before he blushed and squirmed a little, blinked a few times, then proceeded to eat. “Yeah. It really is.”
