Matthew raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile, "You slept comfortably all the way here, and no one was there to talk to me."

Serena's mouth still tasted sour and bitter, she leaned in and covered his lips, letting him taste that flavor as well.

Which ended in a kiss, he wiped his own lips, a little unfulfilled, "Sweet."

Serena's nose twitched in exasperation and she sulked.

Matthew set the fruit plate down and collapsed into her lap.

"Serena," he called out, just staring at her in awe.

Serena inclined her head and took the fruit plate that he had set down and fed him...