He chuckled, shaking his head. “Why do you sound like it’s the most disgusting thing you’ve eaten?”
“It is,” I groaned. “I’m trying to eat healthy stuff.”
His brow furrowed, he tilted his head to one side.God, why are you so damn handsome and not my age?“Why?” he asked.
“I don’t know, maybe because I want to look sexy for the homecoming dance. It’s my first one and I want to look nice.”
“And who said you don’t?” He crossed his arms over his chest like he was ready to defend my honour.
I huffed. “You’ve seen the girls at our school....” Leaving the rest to his imagination, I shredded the cucumber stick with my fingernail,
He walked away for a minute, then came around to my side and opened the fridge. I looked up to see he had a tray in his hand. He reached inside the refrigerator for a few things, closed it, sat down next to me, and placed the tray between us.
“What are you doing?” I asked, noticing all the desserts, strawberries, whipped cream and custard.
Wordlessly, he picked up the fork from the tray, stuck it into the cake and scooped up a piece. “Open your mouth,” he ordered. Frowning, I did. And he slid the fork into my mouth. “Eat.”
“But—”
“No, buts, Levana.” He forked another piece of cake into my mouth. “There’s two things a man should never deny a woman.” He forked a portion of the cheesecake into his mouth.
“Yeah, what’s that.” I opened my mouth to accept the cheesecake he held out.
“Dessert and pleasure.” He winked. “Open your mouth.” When I did, he sprayed a dollop of whipped cream inside. I laugh, spluttering cream all over. Saint reached up and wiped the sides of my mouth with his fingers before sucking them. “Never deny yourself something just because norms dictate you should, Levana.” He forked another piece of chocolate cake into my mouth then cheesecake into his. “If you live for others, you’ll never live.”
“Thank you.” I smiled. “Want to play a game?”
“What game?”
“Close your eyes.”
“Why?” he asked, his expression laced with suspicion.
“I want you to guess the food I put in your mouth. Eliana and I play it all the time.” I shrugged. “You trust me, don’t you?” I laughed.
“Okay,” he relented and closed his eyes.
Quickly, I retrieved a few things from the fridge then dropped back to the floor. “Open your mouth,” I popped a strawberry covered in whipped cream inside. “What’s that?”
“Strawberry.” I placed something else. “Grape,” he replied after chewing. “Custard,” he guessed the third item.
With his eyes closed, he looked so peaceful, and I was so tempted to lean down and kiss him.
“Pineapple,” he said on the next one. “Carrot. And it doesn’t taste nice with cream.” He laughed. “God, that’s awful.” He shook his head on the celery with cream and I laughed. “This...oh...” he chewed some more. “Fuck!” His eyes flew open, his tongue out as he jumped up and raced for the tap. I rolled on the floor laughing. He stuck his head under the running water and drank. “That’s fucking hot,” his words came out garbled through the water. When he finally straightened, he reached for the dishrag and wiped his mouth. “Christ, Levana, a chili?” he barked but then saw me laughing and joined in. His cheeks were red and his eyes watered. “I will never play that game again.” His hands on his hips, he paced the floor, blowing raspberries, trying to get the burn to go away.
“I’m sorry, it was just too hard to resist.” I stood and grabbing a glass, poured him a glass of milk. Here, drink this. It will help.” He looked at me suspiciously. “It’s just milk.” I laughed. “See.” I took a sip.
“I don’t trust you.” He faked a scowl.
I stuck my tongue at him. “Weakling.” And ran.
He gave chase and smacked my ass just as I tried to dodge him around the living room. I yelped and dad came running into the room, his eyes wide.
“What happened?” he asked, looking from me to Sebastian.
“Your daughter fed me a chili and called me a weakling, so I smacked her arse.” I didn’t expect him to tell my father the truth and flushed scarlet.
Dad bellowed out a laugh. “Well, I remember a time when you ate the hottest chili, Sinclair. He loved grandma’s curry, sweetheart. Old age got to you, man.”
