When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
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