Immediately Fiona pulled away, trying to keep her voice steady. "Nathan, what's?....don't just do that..."
"Why not?" he asked pulling her in a way she was sitting on his laps.
Because I'm leaving!! Because you're making this harder. She looked down, unable to say any of that.
Nathan gently held her hand. "Fine. I won't push you."
"But you didn't come up here only to give me food."
Fiona's eyes flicked up. "I did."
"No you didn't," he said quietly. "You came because you missed me."
Her lips parted in a small gasp. He was too direct, and too confident for his own good.
"You're full of yourself," she muttered.
"You're sitting on my lap."
"That was you!" she snapped. "You pulled me."
Nathan chuckled under his breath, leaning in. "Are you going to feed me or keep pretending you don't want to be here?"
She snatched the fork from him, her cheeks burning. "Fine. Eat."
