“I love moussaka.” I grinned at him shyly. “I’ll make it for you sometime.” “Oh my god, yes, please. And I’ll eat it off your stomach.” I froze in stunned silence, then burst out laughing. “That might be messy.” “Yeah, so messy.” He gave me a wicked grin. “I’ll smear meat sauce all over you then lick it up.” Holt was so weird. I loved it.
