I licked my lips, groaning with pleasure, and then pounded on the table. I stared at Jace and pointed a finger at him.
"You better make more of this every night. Or else."
Jace raised his bushy brow at me.
"Or else?"
I actually had no retort after the or else. I just wanted to say that. But now that he was looking at me and waiting for what the rest of the threat was like, I pursed my lips.
"Or else I will no longer cook dinner for you."
Jace chuckled.
"I can cook for myself."
That was true. I bit my lower lip.
"No desserts!" I slammed my other hand on the table. Jace sipped from the lemonade and grinned.
"We'll watch our weight for the following days, of course. No sweets."
I frowned.
"What do you want in exchange for the lemonade, then?"
Jace smirked.
"I don't know. Anything you can offer me, I can do that myself."
I pouted, shifting to begging, and blinked several times.
