"Let's go, princess. I want to feed you before I have to get home to Oscar." His words immediately shake me out of my thoughts. Enough to glare at him and say, "You make me sound like a dog. I don't need you to feed me." He smirks and leans forward to nip my lip before soothing it with a kiss. "But I like feeding you." When he pulls away with an odd look in his eyes, I almost wonder if that translates to I like taking care of you.
