"You are always full of nonsense, Godfather," I scolded him, quickly looking away. His gaze was unsettling; it felt as if 'he wanted to eat me' meant something entirely different. Suddenly, memories of the kiss we shared in the tub earlier began to play in my mind.
"I have already tasted your lips, so don't be shy anymore. Just be comfortable; if you want something or anything at all, just tell me. I will give you everything, baby, as long as from now on—" Godfather suddenly stopped speaking.
"What? What about from now on?" I pried. I felt foolish, yet I was excited to hear what he would say next. But he remained silent, so I pouted at him. "Don't tell me you’re going to eat me," I blurted out without thinking. Godfather was being so weird with that statement.
"Don't challenge me, Angel
