"I don"t know what you like to eat in the morning so I brought a little bit of each," Eros said after he set down another plate of mixed fruits."All of it looks good, thank you," I reply, eyes trying to absorb the food into my stomach.
I hate making decisions when it came to all of this delicious food.
What should I put in my mouth first?
I wanted to eat everything, but my stomach wouldn"t be able to handle all of this, which is such a waste.
Eros sat across from me, watching me pour syrup over a plate of steaming pancakes and didn"t say a word.
I stuffed the first forkful into my mouth and felt as if I could die from happiness.
Food is definitely a mood saver.
After another mouthful, I noticed that Eros was still staring at me instead of digging in.
I don"t think that watching me eat is going to make him full.
Swallowing down what I had in my mouth, I reached for the water pitcher in hopes of not choking from eating too fast.
Eros noticed my reddening face and poured out a cup of water before handing the cup to me.
If I didn"t know any better, I would think that I am having a really strange dream.
A dream where the strong Alpha of a werewolf pack is serving me breakfast at my beck and call.
I think I slept enough last night.
Why do I feel like I"m hallucinating?
"Aren"t you going to eat?" I drop the fork momentarily, glancing at him through my lashes.
His right arm reached across the table towards me and I furrowed my brows in question.
What is he doing?
Eros" long fingers brushed across the corner of my mouth, swiping at what I a.s.sumed must have been syrup that got stuck there in my haste to fill my stomach.
"You go ahead, I will get my fill later," he drawls rather mysteriously.
And I question what is up with his weird reply when he pops the syrup-filled finger into his mouth and languidly licks it.
His reply seemed almost as if it wouldn"t be actual food that he would be eating but, rather, someone.
I clear my throat and pick up the fork again, stabbing some scrambled eggs and hastily chewed as if I didn"t notice how erotic his actions were.
That and the fact that I found him somewhat more tempting than this table of breakfast.
Is that normal?
It makes me wonder if Eros was always this s.e.xy and tempting.
Shaking my head to clear the thoughts, I continued to eat to fill the silence.
The next twenty or so minutes flew by rather quickly.
And, literally, all that I could hear was the sound of my chewing, swallowing, and slow breathing.
I was starting to get annoyed by the continuous sounds of me eating.
Yet Eros didn"t seem to mind in the least because he was continuously handing me the other plates that I wanted.
I was actually starting to get embarra.s.sed at eating so much in front of him.
Once my stomach started to ache from being too full, I hesitantly set down my fork.
I obviously didn"t want another repeat of yesterday night where he "helped" me finish my meal.
Eros didn"t protest.
He reached towards my face again, this time with a napkin in his hand.
My mouth parts to tell him that I could do it myself but only air comes out.
The white, slightly damp, napkin brushes against the corner my mouth and delicately swipes across.
I sat there frozen in my spot as he helps me clean my lips of food.
The words to refuse him were quickly swallowed down because of the peaceful expression laced with hints of adoration radiating from the depths of his eyes.
I have never been on the receiving end of someone"s affections before and it makes me feel out of place, that or I haven"t fully awakened yet.
I don"t really know.
But so far, Eros seems to be very nice.
He was completely different compared to what I had thought.
I"ve seen Eros with his Alpha front up.