Chapter 50

He reached around her, taking the tray with one hand. Once again, their skin met softly, lifting it over her head expertly and steadily. She hated that it left a lingering warmth on her arm, something else to torture her mercilessly.

One tray balanced precariously in each hand, he threw her an unreadable look and smile and gestured they go back to the table with a head nod. She followed like a dumb, mute puppy dog. Walking behind him the short few steps and taking in his broad back, soft t-shirt and jean-clad rear. She wanted to cry.

Sliding the trays onto the two tables, he was standing in her way, so she could not sit but had to wait. Like some naughty schoolgirl outside the head office, unsure how to act or what to do, she fidgeted with her ring once again. He moved aside, stopping to pull out the chair he had pushed in when putting their tray down. She avoided his eye contact, sliding into the chair and avoiding another touch, fearing she may cry as he gently pushed