Eros’s blood red eyes keep shooting daggers at me, as I stare up at him, unsure of how to even begin. Only when he moves towards me do I notice the tray inside his hands, and my gaze darkens at sight of it. “You can take that away,” I remark, but in the next moment my traitorous stomach growls loudly.
He raises an eyebrow and puts the tray down next to me, while gazing at me searchingly. “I hate to break it to you, but your body clearly disagrees,” he responds without even blinking. He then furrows his eyebrows, as I still keep quiet, refusing to think about anything. “I believe I asked you something,” he continues impatiently.
I watch his curious expression, as I realize he won’t be leaving without an answer. In the next moment, I’m the one narrowing my eyes at him as I shake my h
