KAIDA REED POV

I could feel his eyes burning into me as I cut into my steak.

It made me aware of everything—my hands, my breathing, the way my fingers curled too tightly around the knife, and the faintest tremor that ran through them despite my effort to stay composed.

What was his deal? Did I have something on my face?

When I couldn't take it anymore, I slowly looked up, one brow arching.

"What? Do I have something on my face?"

He shook his head, his gaze still not leaving mine. "You don't."

"Then why do you keep looking at me?"

"Because you're beautiful." His head tilted slightly. "You...