Daniel's mind was a storm as he stood at the electric gas cooker, his hands moving mechanically, chopping vegetables and trying to focus. But his thoughts weren't on the meal. They were on her. On Regina.
Her presence was magnetic. He could feel her gaze on him, sharp and knowing. Every time she moved, every subtle shift in her posture, it sent a jolt of awareness through him. She was like a spark in the dark, impossible to ignore. She followed him into the kitchen aftet his mother had left, watching him like a hawk.
And expecting him to speak, bring up an argument.
But he was hungry.
"Are you going to ignore me now?" she asked, her voice smooth, almost taunting.
He looked up at her, and there it was again, her smile, sharp and annoyingly cute. She was watching him, studying him, and it made him feel exposed. Vulnerable. Her eyes, dark and full of something he couldn't quite define, locked onto his.
