Eve
I was already halfway through my second burger by the time Hades sat on the edge of the bed, watching me with an expression that could only be described as smitten disbelief.
I took another huge bite, sauce smearing the corner of my mouth, the tang of pickles and the smoky sweetness of the meat hitting every craving I hadn't known I had.
Hades said nothing — just sat there, shirt half-unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck, staring at me like I'd hung the stars. His eyes flicked from my flushed cheeks to my stuffed mouth, and then down to the lace I still wore, like it was perfectly natural to be half-naked and devouring burgers in bed.
He reached out, thumb brushing the corner of my lips where a streak of sauce clung stubbornly. He wiped it slowly, lingering a little too long, then lifted his hand — and licked it clean.
I froze mid-chew.
He hummed, gaze hooded. "Delicious."
I blinked, cheeks puffed out, and swallowed with effort.
