Georgia's POV
"The cream on the crepe will melt. And I'm starving. You drained me last night—do you even realize that?" I muttered, quickly sliding off his lap before he could trap me again.
I sat cross-legged in front of him, grabbed the plate, forked a piece of crepe, and shoved it into his mouth before feeding myself the next bite.
Nick's low chuckle sent heat crawling down my spine. I am actually thinking of his suggestion, I kind of want it too.
His eyes glittered with that wicked playfulness as he leaned back against the headboard. "Then how about after we eat, hmm? Deal?"
"God, you're relentless." I rolled my eyes, though my pulse was betraying me, pounding in my throat as I took another bite just to keep myself from gasping at the way he looked at me.
