Violet
“Feed me, princess.”
The deep voice echoed across the dining table, and I stared at him as if he’d just grown two heads.
My eyes flicked from his mischievous face to the strawberry, and immediately every warning bell in my head screamed trap.
This was definitely another trap. I told myself but my treacherous gaze dropped to his lips. Those infuriatingly pink, and kissable lips. I imagined them sinking into the strawberry, the juice dripping down the corner of his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick it away—
I squeezed my thighs together under the table. Which was a big mistake, because his eyes dropped too, as if he could see right through the wood.
My cheeks flamed, and I shook my head quickly, snatched up the plate, and shoved it toward him. “H-here, you can feed yourse
