CHAPTER 7 My body…It's on fire

  Eliza's POV

  I lay on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, my mind a whirlwind of chaos. The knot in my stomach hadn't left since I'd been in Cavin's room earlier. The way his eyes had lingered on my lips, the intensity of his gaze—it was too much. Even now, hours later, I could still feel the weight of his stare, and my heart raced just thinking about it.

  Dinner was being served downstairs, but I couldn't bring myself to go. I wasn't hungry. Not for food, at least. The heat from Cavin's touch still lingered on my skin. It was a feeling I didn't want to acknowledge, but it was there, buried deep under layers of confusion and guilt. He wasn't supposed to look at me like that. I wasn't supposed to feel anything from it.

  But I did.