Before I can think some more, Daniel is behind me, whispering in my ear. “Babe, are you still hungry?"
I immediately pivot, putting the pressure of my body entirely on the heels of my boots. “What did you say?”
“Have you had your dinner?” He says huskily close to my ear, making goosebumps flare on my neck.
I’m still looking at him shell-shocked, not knowing if there are any hidden innuendos in there. “What? No."
“Just asking if you need food, just got some cooked oysters and a Greek salad from my favorite restaurant. There’s bread and truffle butter too. Only ...” There’s that devilish hot smirk and intense look in his eyes that creeps on when he has something on his mind. Yes, I pay that much close attention to him. "... if you want."
“No. No! I’m not hungry,” I stutter, not knowing
