Zeke's POV

I watched as Kamille took the cookies out of the oven and waited for a few more seconds before turning to face me. But even as she turned her eyes were everywhere but on me.

“I will be going then. I just wanted to see you and be sure you are good.” I said, my eyes not leaving her as I watched her every movement.

“Okay, Zeke.” She replied, raising her head to me but still avoiding my eyes.

I walked out of the kitchen. The tension that clung to the ...