"Eat up, babe," Kiara cooed, her voice sugar-slick as she leaned into him, breasts pressing softly against his arm.
Her perfume—hot, spicy, intoxicating—curled around him like smoke, flooding his senses.
Her smile was warm honey, but her eyes?
Sharp. Calculating.
A queen's gaze, daring her pawn to defy her move.
Lor kept his expression neutral, picking up his spoon with slow but awkward grace. His smile didn't reach his eyes.
The cafeteria buzzed, but something in the air shifted.
Heads turned.
Eyes watched.
Even a few teachers glanced their way, eyebrows raised at the picture-perfect couple radiating too much heat for a midday lunch.
Kiara popped a grilled potato between her lips with a moan that made forks pause mid-air.
She leaned closer, skin brushing his, her body pressing deliberately against his side like a claim.