Alina quickly pressed her lips into a thin line. The idea of him feeding her made her cheeks burn; it was something she had written in her wishlist, but now wasn’t the time. He didn’t look playful; there was tension in his eyes she couldn’t quite read.
“I can eat on my own,” she said quietly.
She picked up his cutlery and began eating from his plate. The position felt awkward; sitting on his lap made her self-conscious. She tried to focus on the food, but her mind was everywhere, especially on how close she was to him.
She could feel his breath against her neck, the warmth of his arm around her waist.
And no matter how hard she tried, her own heartbeat refused to stay calm.
A few moments later, Alina heard footsteps approaching and slowly lifted her head to see who it was.
Her mouth
