How the hell is he supposed to eat actual food now?
“Well?” If Naomi wasn’t as red as a tomato before, her skin could definitely rival the color of an apple that Eve sinfully bit. She was averting her eyes from Liberty, not daring to take in his non-verbal response due to the lack of words her boyfriend was displaying now.
In Liberty’s defense, he was trying his best to contain the sudden tightness in front of his pants. If he would dare take a step closer and touch Naomi, he was sure he would explode on the spot. Naomi definitely made a mistake of giving him the gift of flesh just before dinner because now, all the devil could think about is eating everything in front of him except the food.
Naomi cleared her throat as Liberty picked up his jaw from the ground. The more Liberty was s
