Chapter 155: You Heard Me

Savannah I should’ve known better than to think Reese would obey even the simplest boundaries. The man didn’t understand the meaning of restraint. I’d told him to stay out of my way, to give me space, to not even look at me if he valued peace in this house. But of course, here he was, leaning against the kitchen counter like some smug statue, just watching me make breakfast. His eyes were fixed on me as if I were some damn puzzle he needed to solve. I could feel the weight of his stare even before I turned. “Cut that out, asshole,” I snapped, spreading butter over bread with more force than necessary. “Stop looking at me. You’re making me uncomfortable.” He didn’t even look away. Just smiled. “Your eyes are blue,” he said casually, like we were talking about the weather. I froze for a second before glaring over my shoulder. “No, they’re not. They’re grey.” “No,” he said, tilting his head, still studying me. “They’re blue. Just so light you think they’re grey. If the sun hit them right