36. What are you doing to me?
Katarina.
Killian looks at me as if he’s carrying a thousand grenades in his eyes, as if he wants to throw them straight at me and destroy me.
I smile, scoop up some ice cream with the small spoon, and bring it to his lips. He opens his mouth and lets me feed him, but he moves his jaw roughly, biting into the ice cream with anger.
Holy s**t, this man is impossible.
“I’m feeding you,” I say.
He lowers his eyes to my t**s, making it very clear what he actually wants.
“I even gave you dessert.” I bring another spoonful of ice cream to his mouth, but he turns his face away, just like a spoiled child does when someone tries to force him to eat vegetables.
“Your t**s can be my second dessert.”
I roll my eyes.
Fine.
I set the cup of ice cream on the table,
