“One moment,” I hold my finger up at Noah, who bites at it playfully.
“Careful now because I actually do bite.” I do a soft cheeky bite on his biceps, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to leave a slight impression of my teeth in his skin.
“More, please.” He groans seductively.
But I ignore his pleas. Jace left half of his breakfast behind, and I worried about him. I hopped off my stool. The least I could do was save this for him.
“Where is the cling wrap?” I ask.
Noah reaches into one of the draws and hands me a large roll of the thin clear plastic.
“You know we can just throw it out and make him something else,” Noah offers.
“If he decides to do that, then he can, but if he gets back and doesn’t feel like making the effort, then he can simply reheat this.” I was tempted to ea
