But she just flipped the dynamic without even realizing it.
I grab a fork and cut a piece of the French toast, making sure to get some of the whipped cream and caramel. Then I hold it up.
“Do the honors.”
She looks at the fork. Then at me. Her breath catches, just slightly, and I see the exact moment she realizes what I’m doing.
Testing her.
Seeing how far she’ll let this go. How much she’ll trust me.
She knows it too. I can see it in the way her eyes widen, the way her lips part. She’s not stupid. She’s playing passive, playing shy, but underneath that soft exterior, there’s someone sharp. Someone who’s learned to read people as well as I have.
No one with a father like hers should be this timid. This quiet.
It pisses me off, makes me want to find her dad and break every finger in his fucking hand. And I wouldn’t stop there. I’d punch his face a few solid ones and slam him on the ground, make him beg for his fucking life.
But I have to wait for that moment.
I’m deep in thought when she leans forward and opens her mouth for me.
I slide the fork between her lips, watching as she closes them around it, her tongue sweeping the French toast off the tines. Her eyes flutter shut for a second as she chews, and then they light up.
Actually light up. Like she just tasted something incredible for the first time.
She takes the fork from my hand and cuts another piece. She takes a bite and hums softly.
“So good,” she murmurs, rolling her eyes.
I can’t look away.
None of us can.
Callum’s stopped talking. Zephyr’s watching her with that intense focus he gets when something catches his attention. And I’m just sitting here, watching this girl eat French toast like it’s a religious experience.
She takes another bite. Hums again. Louder this time.
That sound goes straight to my dick.
She doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. Doesn’t realize that every soft hum, every little smile, every time she licks whipped cream off her lip is driving us insane.
“What?” she asks, looking up, and catching us staring.
Callum laughs. He can’t help himself. The guy’s an open book.
Zephyr shakes his head, that small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
I just keep staring at her.
Does she know she’s humming? Does she know what that sound does to a man?
“Does this girl never get out?” Callum jokes, looking at me, but I ignore him. He scratches his face, trying to hide how turned on he is. I can see it written all over his fucking face.
She coughs, covers her mouth with her hand, and her eyes water slightly.
I reach over without thinking and rub her back. Small circles between her shoulder blades.
She looks at me, and up close, I can see the depths of her glistening eyes. They hold a lot… secrets, pain, innocence. That’s not what I expected.
