I stared at him for a second longer, the simple gesture made something flutter wildly inside me. My stomach felt strange, full of butterflies that refused to calm down. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but I quickly turned my face away, trying to act indifferent. "I can eat alone," I said, pretending to sound firm, even though my voice came out soft and unsure.
Damon chuckled behind me, the sound low and velvety, brushing against my ear like a soft feather. "You don't have to stress yourself over little things," he said, his voice warm and teasing. "Now, ah."
My lips trembled slightly. His tone was gentle but commanding, leaving no room for argument. Shyly, I opened my mouth, and Damon brought the spoon to my lips. The food was warm, melting softly on my tongue. His fingers brushed lightly against my lips when he withdrew the spoon, and a wave of tingles rippled down my spine.
