Ashford's P. O. V

“Open up”, Cassandra murmured, pressing a frost berry on my lips.

I opened my mouth wide, letting her slip the berry past my lips. I tasted the cold first, then the sweet as I munched it slowly.

“Is it good?” she asked, guiding me back to rest on the pillow.

I hummed, watching her through my half-opened eyes.

She brought the second berry to my lips. I chewed it quickly, some juice spilling down the corner of my mouth. Cassandra quickly pulled out her handkerchief and wiped it off before I could react.

“Keep this up”, I said, “and I might just start getting used to...