CHAPTER 11

ADRIANNA’S POV

“Eat to your fill, whatever you want. It’s my way of saying welcome! Because you might not get the chance again,” he said close to my ear, giving my shoulders a playful squeeze. All the proximity and touching was making my stomach churn like I swallowed vomit. I’ll give anything to avoid his touch. Anything to avoid him entirely.

Throughout the dinner, I sat, huddled in my seat as though I was poured a bucketful of ice water. I stared intently at my meal, ...