CHAPTER 52

MABUTHO CELE.

Mabutho has been feeling a strange kind of peace lately— soft, warm, quiet. It happens every time he's around Amanda. He sits across from her now at the dining table, his lunch plate pushed slightly to the side because he's too busy watching her chew her sandwich, too busy admiring the way her cheeks puff just a little when she eats. It's such a simple moment, but these days he's learning that love hides in the simple things.

Amanda catches him staring and raises an eyebrow.

"What?"
Her voice is light, but he can see the blush creeping up her neck. He has that effect on her—he makes her shy without even trying.