"I just need to put clothes on," she said, putting on a silk robe, hiding her goodies. She walked over to where he stood rooted to the spot. "Did I turn into Medusa?" she teased, shaking him out of his daze.
"How am I supposed to eat food when you look like a snack?" Even the scent of her skin and the soft glow of light reflecting on it would drive him insane. He might have finished composing a song for her, but it seemed that he would soon be inspired to play more.
"You only get a snack a few hours after a meal." Before she could say anything further, he bent her and kissed her lips, stroking his hands down the sleeve of her silk robe. She pulled away all too soon, taking his hand in hers and leading him down the stairs. She stopped short when she saw the delicately decorated table.
"You..." she remained speechless.
"I wanted to give you this. You deserve it."
