"I'm not sharing my food," Blazar declared, shoving her plate further down the table with one hand while sticking her tongue out at Vesper in a childish taunt.
He chuckled, the sound low and warm, rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest. "You're cute when you do childish stuff like that."
His crimson eyes gleamed with amusement as he leaned his chin on his palm, studying her with the kind of intensity that made her stomach do embarrassing little flips. "But I have my own coming. Though it would have been perfect if you fed me."
The words hung in the air between them, heavy with suggestion. Blazar felt her cheeks warm at the implication, at the way his voice had dropped to something almost intimate despite the crowded dining hall around them.
Blazar's fingers froze around her fork, her knuckles going white. Did he just say I'm cute?
