Athena's jaw dropped. "You're lying."
"I've swallowed worse," he said smoothly, his gaze flicking down her body in a way that made her knees nearly buckle.
"Oliver!" she yelped, throwing the fork at him.
He caught it easily, laughing, his voice warm and sinful all at once. "What? I'm just telling the truth."
She stomped her foot like a child, her face beet red. " Stop saying stuffs like that."
He closed the distance between them and tugging her against him, not caring about the flour mess, "I only say stuff like that to you, Athena."
His hand lingered against her cheek, thumb brushing the faint streak of flour there as though it were precious. Oliver tilted her face up until her eyes couldn't run anywhere but into his. Their lips hovered dangerously close, so close her breath tangled with his, warm and uneven.
Athena's heart pounded like a drum.
