“Here.” Damon holds out a sandwich. “You made me a sandwich?” “I could barely think over your stomach rumbling.” I can feel my cheeks heat, but I take a bite anyway. It’s nothing special, peanut butter and jelly, but I moan when the sweet taste of jam bursts into my mouth. Damon drags his thumb along my bottom lip, catching some of the jelly, then sucks it off. “I’ve been dying to see that up close.” “Up close?” I let my thoughts drag over his words.
😭😭
