"You do know that I can eat with my hands, right?" Violet said, watching Asher as he lifted a forkful of perfectly twirled spaghetti toward her mouth.
"Mmmhm." Asher hummed in response.
And yet, he didn't stop feeding her.
Left with no choice, Violet opened her mouth and accepted the food. The way he fed her was almost... tender. His movements were deliberately gentle, almost as if he were playing the role of a doting boyfriend. Almost, being the word.
But Violet wasn't fooled. This was just a fleeting moment, a fragile truce. Come tomorrow, they'd be back at each other's throats. Asher's crimes against her were far too severe to be erased by a single kiss. Even if it was a hot, toe-curling, mind-melting kiss—Oh, shut up already! Violet cut off the thought immediately, her face heating.