Frathna

Saquin leaned back, enjoying the spoon-feeding.

"This is nice. Reminds me of when I was a kid," he said with a nostalgic smile.

Axia raised a brow. "Shameless. Wait—are you comparing me to your mother?"

"What? No, of course not. I barely knew her. Besides, I'm pretty sure she never fed me."

Axia tilted her head. "Then who were you reminiscing about?"

Saquin chuckled. "Back when I was younger, the girls my age used to flock around me. They found my charm irresistible. So, naturally, they'd take it upon themselves to feed me."

Axia studied him for a moment. "I believe you."

"Of course you do."

"But that's not the whole truth, is it?"

"I don't lie."

"People who do always say that."

"Well, that's their problem."

"Stop smiling. It's confusing."

"Huh?"

"Close your eyes too. They're clouding my judgment."

"...?"

"Ugh, fine. You win. Open up and eat."