"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask, as his emerald eyes twinkle, full of hunger. "Like what?" He smirks, hovering his body over mine. "Like you haven’t eaten in days, and I’m the only thing on the menu." I raise a brow as he licks his lips, his clenched jaw softening. "Because, Herring, I’ve been fucking starving for fourteen years."
