He shrugs. “There’s a whole bowl just for you. I’m not that big a fan.”
I stare at him in shock. “You don’t like strawberries?!”
“It’s not that I dislike them. I just don’t care much about them. There are better fruit. Like blueberries, freshly picked after a bout of snow. Or apples drenched in honey. Or... sorry, we’re not really here to talk about food.”
“Then what are we here to talk about?” I blurt before I can stop myself.
He looks at me strangely. “Us? And the others, I guess. But I’m not sure how much talking I was planning to do.”
Gods save my hormones. Is he really suggesting what I think he is?
“Shall we have some food first?” he asks and destroys my thoughts of my Guardian’s lips on mine. But then my stomach growls softly and I decide I need some proper food. Then I can fe
