Allison's POV
I smacked the toast right at him.
Lucian caught my wrist mid-swing like it was nothing, then leaned in and took a bite straight from my hand.
His teeth grazed my fingers. On purpose. I knew it.
My whole arm tensed.
His eyes sparkled with smug satisfaction.
"This is why I need you back,"he said, still chewing.
"Always knowing when I skip breakfast. Hand-delivering it like a loyal assistant-s***h-wife.”
I reached for the jam knife with my other hand, but he caught that one too.
Effortlessly. Like we were playing some ridiculous morning flirtation game I never agreed to join.
"The jam's sweet enough,"he murmured.
His voice dropped a note lower, like velvet sliding over glass.
"My mouth's still got the taste of last night's sweetness.”
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