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I followed after her with a ridiculous grin on my face.
Luna climbed me like a tree the moment we were inside her apartment, and I leaned back against the door, hands curled under her thighs, before spinning to press her against the painted wood. The taste of her was perfect. Sweet, tart, and wonderfully Luna. The rush of heat on her lips had a growl rising in me followed by a wave of possessiveness.
Her throat was a bare expanse practically begging to be marked. In a different world, maybe she would let me claim her. But we were in this one, and I couldn’t give in to thoughts like that. The way she squirmed against me made it really hard to listen.
Luna’s stomach growling tossed an ice bucket on my desire and I pulled back to examine her face. “When did you last eat?”
“Um, lunch?”
“Luna. That was like nine hours ago.”
“I got busy at work and forgot my snack. Plus, I don’t like eating too soon before class.”
“Okay, well, I’m going to have to insist you eat something before we continue.”
My own stomach growled and Luna raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “When was the last time you ate?”
“It might’ve been lunch for me, too. I’d been planning on eating after work, but then you texted.”
“Ah, so we’re both completely terrible at taking care of ourselves?”
“Seems so.” I dropped my forehead to hers. “Can I make you something? Or we could order in?”
“I went to the store earlier. See if there’s anything that strikes your fancy.”
I parked her on the couch and snooped my way through her fridge, freezer, and cupboards, finding enough supplies that I could put together a bastardized shepherd’s pie. Luna made her way over to the breakfast bar while I worked, chatting with me about her day, and making noises better suited to the bedroom when I finally served up her dinner.
“This is so fucking good. What did you add to it?”
“Extra, extra garlic and paprika to the filling, and parmesan to the potatoes.”
She cleaned her bowl and held it aloft, looking rather like Oliver Twist as she asked for more with wide eyes and a perfect pout.
Warmth spilled through me. She not only liked my cooking, but liked it enough to ask for seconds. I refilled her bowl and finished up my own, watching every mouthful disappear behind her lips.
When she’d polished off the second serving, she leaned back, patting her stomach. “That was delicious. Are there leftovers?”
“Uh, no, but I can definitely make it for you again after another store run,” I promised.
“Deal. I’m gonna need to be rolled up to my nest tonight.” Her laugh was too sweet. I wanted to collect them, knowing I’d earned each one and put a smile on her face.
“Compromise on being carried to the couch?” I asked as I loaded up her dishwasher and got it running. “We can watch something while you digest, or I can head home if you’d prefer?”
“Luca Marino, I didn’t invite you over to have you cook me dinner and leave. Also you need to tell me your middle name so I can use it to full-name you when you’re being ridiculous.”
“Oh, um, it’s Antony. Mom got really into Cleopatra when she was pregnant with me.”
Luna burst into giggles. “Shut up. That’s so cute. Luca Antony Marino. Okay, stored that away into my brain to haul out later.”
“What’s yours?” I scooped her up and carted her over to the couch, spinning her so she could drape her legs over my lap while she relaxed.
“Sophia.”
“Do I know your last name?” I asked, wracking my brain for some memory where I might’ve been told.
“Barlow.”
“Luna Sophia Barlow?”
