(Quame's POV)
Sitting here watching Mylay devour her meal was a bigger turn-on than I had ever expected. The way she slides her fork in and out of her mouth and the way she moans after every few bites were driving me mad! I was rock hard under this table, and she had no idea. I rubbed my hand down my face and groaned in frustration. I am going to need a cold shower tonight just from watching her eat. What is wrong with me? "Umm, are you okay Quame'?" Mylay asked, pulling me from my naughty thoughts.
"Yeah, yeah, of course! Why would you say that?" I questioned nervously. Did she know what I had been thinking this whole time? "I don't know; you seem a little distracted. You've barely touched your food," she explained. "I was just thinking over your new ideas for the pack and the packhou
