“I think you bought the entire al’carte menu.”
Lachlan’s lips pull into a smile as he shovels another bite of fruit into his mouth and shrugs, “I figured we could bash. When I feel like s**t, I like to eat.”
I snorted, “Are you actually me?”
“You’re way too pretty,” he winks, sitting his fruit down, and reaching over to pull me towards him for a kiss. His fingers lace through my hair before dragging them down to my neck so that his thumb can drag along my jaw.
His lips taste like sweet melons, and I smile against his mouth.
“Do you want to talk about anything?” he pulls away, pinning me with a more serious expression.
“Nope,” I shake my head, “f**k them.”
“Tell me more about you,” he pulls my legs towards him, resting them on his lap, and massaging my calves.
“What do you want t
