ROBYN:
I snatched the plate from his hand, picking up the fork and shoveling the food into my mouth. He chuckled and turned to his own food.
"You may leave us," he said to the maid.
Then he started to eat. For a few minutes, we ate in silence, but I couldn’t filter out the sound of him eating, which struck my ears sharply. I couldn’t tell if being mad at him made me hyper-aware of every single movement he made.
"You chew too loud," I snapped, setting my fork down with a sharp clatter.
He paused mid-bite, an eyebrow arching lazily. "Would you rather I don't eat at all, love?"
"Yes," I shot back. "If you starving to death would give me a single second of peace, I'd gladly watch."
He placed his fork down with a smirk, resting his chin on his knuckles. "You're exceptionally sexy when y
