Grim sits on the couch like it was his personal throne, legs spread, one arm draped across the back and staring at me with this heated gaze that makes me want to start panting.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I say, swallowing back a breathy sigh from escaping lest it activates Grim all over again.
He tilted his head to the side lazily, his thumb brushing over his lips— reminding me exactly where he had buried those same lips just minutes ago. “Like what?”
“Like you want to eat me.” I wiggled into my dress, legs crossed, trying not to get distracted by my thoughts or by how well Grim’s shirt hugged him.
Grim smirks and it’s sinister, especially in the darkness of our room. “I do want to eat you.”
It sent a heat down my spine. His words. His smirk. It made my blood come alive all ov
