Is It Him?

What was she up to? Damien's puzzled gaze shifted from Emma's face to his own hand, inspecting his palm as if trying to discern every line. 

"What are you doing?" he asked. 

The question made Emma incredibly embarrassed; honestly, she didn't know what she was doing, but it felt natural to high-five that hand.

Indeed, it was a bit crazy.

"It's about time for me to head back for dinner, Mrs. Harris must have prepared it by now. Maybe you could give me a ride back?" Emma Hart shifted her gaze away, slowly moving her hands behind her back. 

Damien Sterling lifted his head, propping his chin in his hand, watching her like she was a scene in a comedy. 

Emma, under Damien's scrutinizing gaze, felt a tug at the corners of her mouth, "Go on with your performance."

"I'm... really hungry." Emma felt that her hunger had become more abrupt since she became pregnant.