"Son of—" I quickly adjusted my seat and tried to fight his teasing gaze. "You're wrong... what you're thinking is wrong," I stammered as the man smiled.

He stretched out for a moment and tilted the bed to focus on me. "Is that my breakfast?" still smiling innocently as he said.

I was about to give him a bad look but when I turned to it, my eyes widened when I saw how he used his thumb to smear his lips at the same time innocently licking, tasting it as if a food had been smeared and he didn't I don't want even a single grain to go to waste...