Mehul had too much power over me.
The way he looked at me like he knew every thought in my head.
The way he wore my hoodie like it belonged to him now.
The way he completely wrecked me with one simple smirk.
And now?
Now, I was determined to fight back.
To make him flustered for once.
Spoiler: I failed spectacularly.
Since my cooking skills were a disaster, we ended up at a café near Mehul's apartment.
A quiet place. Cozy. Intimate.
The kind of place where couples sat close and shared food.
Which was fine.
Totally fine.
Until Mehul slid into the booth next to me instead of across from me.
I blinked. "You—uh—"
He picked up a menu. Completely unbothered.
"What?"
I narrowed my eyes.
He didn't even try to sit opposite me.
He was way too comfortable being close.
And worst of all? He wasn't flustered at all.
Meanwhile, I was trying to remember how to function.
Mehul flipped a page in the menu.
"You're staring."
I scowled. "You're—too close."
He hummed. "You didn't seem to mind last night."
…Oh.
Oh no.
My stomach flipped.
Because he was not playing fair.
I cleared my throat. Time to push back.
I leaned in slightly. "You seem pretty comfortable sitting this close."
Mehul hummed. "Should I move?"
I froze.
Because—no.
That was not the reaction I wanted.
I was supposed to make him flustered.
Not get myself wrecked instead.
Mehul smirked. "That's what I thought."
I dragged a hand down my face.
I was so bad at this.
The food arrived, and I swore things would go back to normal.
I was wrong.
Because when I reached for my cup, Mehul reached at the same time—
And instead of pulling back…
He just let our hands brush.
Slow. Deliberate.
And when I looked at him—he was already watching me.
Like he was waiting for me to react.
I swallowed hard.
"You're doing that on purpose."
Mehul smirked. "