Amelia's POV

He got up from the stool and walked up to me, grinning mischievously. "Stop what?" He said standing behind me, hands lightly on my arm.

"Stop staring," I mumbled. I hoped he didn't hear me, as I felt my cheeks heating up at the awkwardness of the conversation. I made one stuffed omelet with deli ham and veggies and served it on a plate, as the other cooked. I gave him some assorted chopped fruits to munch on. "Here, have this, while I finish up," I said, popping a strawberry into my mouth.

He stared at my mouth like a lion staring at its prey, his eyes darkening....