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Chapter 19

I laughed at him lightly, liking the unfamiliar tone to his voice. “You did invite me,” I reminded him playfully, while squinting at him with pure happiness. “Or don’t you remember?”

He tightened his lips, letting his eyes fixate on my kiss-swollen lips in an unnerving manner.

“Are we ever going to eat dinner, Damian?”

“You’re the Little Red Riding Hood,” he uttered in a deep tenor. “You are my dinner.”

I bit my lip at him, unsure if I liked the way he was looking at me right now. Why do I get the sense that what Damian said is true?

“I’m not edible,” I teased after I bit my lip at him.

“I disagree.”