Loving a Stranger

I waited patiently, hoping Cassian would call his own bluff and admit he was joking.

He didn't.

Gritting my teeth, I picked up the fork with so much force that my plate nearly slid off the counter. Without looking away from him, I ate angrily, shoving forkfuls of pasta and meatballs into my mouth.

Cassian was the first to look away. He picked up his fork and resumed eating, not bothering to glance