LORETTA

I settled down on the bed and grinned at the tray. “Today keeps getting better and better.”

Elion's smile deepened; he sat beside me on the edge of the bed, his hand coming up to smooth my hair. “Careful,” he murmured softly; the feel of his hand on my hair and the deep baritone of his voice almost made me purr. “You haven't tasted it yet.”

My gaze snagged at the bowl of creamy pasta and then back at him. “Should I take that as a warning?”

“I'm preparing your taste buds to be blown away,” He replied with smug pride

A hearty laugh slipped out of me. “A...