"Mm-hmm," the man lifted his hand, his slender fingertips brushing away the stray hairs by her ear, his gaze burning.
Emma Benson frowned slightly, feeling hungry at this moment herself, and without minding him further, she began to eat.
She ate with focus, choosing the things she liked, and after eating for a while, she completely forgot she was still sitting on the man's lap until the hand on her waist squeezed gently, and she suddenly snapped back to reality, turning her head to look at him.
"I'm almost full, are you sure you're not eating?" she cleaned her mouth with a tissue, her hand resting on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "My stomach is going to be starving again later!"
"I'm not hungry..." The man bowed his head, his wrist twisting to press her against his chest, and then he whispered in her ear, "Eating you is enough for me!"
