Sarah

Jaxon hardly looked up from his computer, much less touched the salad in front of him. I had long since ignored the work in front of me and now causally popped grapes into my mouth as I watched him. I had been staring at him silently for the better part of an hour, and he hadn't acknowledged me once. I couldn’t decide if I was more pissed or concerned.

“What is wrong with you?” I finally spit out. Jaxon glanced up at me like a deer in headlights. It seemed to ...