Isolde

Cedric didn’t look at them. He didn’t look embarrassed at all.

I felt a jolt of heat start at my lips where his thumb brushed and pull tight in my stomach, a heavy, dizzying feeling I’d only ever read about in my secret books.

Seeing that I was too shy to continue eating, Cedric didn’t go back to his own meal. He simply reached over, broke off a small piece of bread, and held it to my lips. I took the bite, my heart hammering against my ribs. I lowered my gaze, but I could ...