"Are you hungry?" Kasteil asked, voice still rough from what we'd just done. He adjusted himself back into his sweatpants, tugging the waistband up and settling it low on his hips again.
"Yeah," I said, the word coming out breathy. Are we going to do it? Because I was hungry as hell if we were. My body still buzzed, lips swollen, taste of him lingering on my tongue mixed with the last traces of caramel. Heat simmered low in my belly, I was ready for more.
"Okay," he said, reaching down to pull me up from my knees. His hands were gentle but firm around my arms, steadying me when my legs wobbled slightly. "Just sit. I'll make you something to eat."
Huh?
I blinked, brain lagging behind my body. I sat down on one of the island stools obediently, legs dangling, still dazed. Cook? He wanted to cook? Like actually cook food? What?
I watched as he began to prepare something in the kitchen. I didn't understand why was he cooking?!
