Eden’s POV
My gaze narrows in on the waitress’s hand on Harrison’s shoulder, my teeth clenching as he smiles up at her, the first time I think I have ever seen him smile. I don’t know why it bothers me, it’s not like we are friends or anything, we are barely even acquaintances! I’m retty sure that the sullen asshole wouldn’t spit on me if I was on fire, more likely to go and buy marshmallows and use my burning body to make smores.
Just as quickly as she touches him, Daisy releases her grip, turning back to us and letting us know our orders will be out shortly before she disappears into the kitchen again.
Returning my gaze to my stepbrother, I find him watching me, a weird heat in his gaze, those ocean deep blue eyes pinning me in place, making me feel like he can see right through me.
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