Bella stabbed her fork into a piece of fruit, her cheeks burning, her eyes fixed on her plate like it held the secrets to the universe. The morning light streamed through the windows, warm and golden, making everything look soft and peaceful. But inside, Bella's heart was racing. Her body was still humming from the morning, still aching in the most delicious way, still remembering every single thing Leo had done to her.
Across the table, Jay was telling some long story about a delivery driver who got lost and ended up in the wrong city. He waved his fork around for emphasis, his voice animated, his eyes wide. Jace nodded along, occasionally interjecting with questions that made no sense—like "Did he have a map?" and "Was his GPS broken?" Neither of them noticed the way Bella's hand trembled slightly when she lifted her coffee cup. Neither of them noticed the way Leo was watching her.
But Bella noticed.
