Amy’s POV
I rose from under the table too fast, nearly hitting my head on the wooden edge. My pulse was racing, my cheeks still burning from what had just happened between Kael and me. His touch lingered on my skin like fire, and for a moment, I forgot that we weren’t alone.
I sat back in my chair, forcing myself to breathe evenly. Across from me, Evan sat calmly, his plate still half full. His expression was polite, but there was a flicker in his eyes—a knowing glint that made my stomach twist.
He cut another piece of steak with practiced ease before looking up at me. “Are you enjoying your food?” he asked casually, his tone too smooth, almost teasing.
I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and forced a nervous smile. “Yeah,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m enjoying it.
