I settled right back against his chest, perfectly comfortable and thoroughly enjoying myself. Every time he fed me another bite, I lingered just a second too long, my gaze locking with his, my voice dripping silk and sugar loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.
“Aw, don’t scowl so hard, Razor,” I murmured, tracing the sharp line of his jaw slow and deliberate with one finger. “Your knuckles are turning white holding that fork. You getting all worked up just because he glanced my way? Poor baby. Jealousy looks cute on you, you know—all growly and possessive like you’re the only one who ever gets to touch me. You sound obsessed.” I grinned, sharp and bright. “Or maybe you’re just worried I’ll realize someone else might appreciate me properly? Hmm?”
The table erupted in whoops and laughte
