“Felt your eyes on me, and I liked it,” he said, opening his eyes and bringing my hand to his mouth. “I like the way you look at me in general.” “Like I’m intrigued or interested?” Zeke stopped kissing my fingers and frowned. “No, like you see the true me and still want to know more.” He turned over onto his back and pulled me to his side. “No one has ever looked at me in the way that you do.”
