You’re staring at me,” I protest between bites of crawfish etouffee.
Asher lifts a shoulder. “Just watching in case you get foodgasmic again.”
I hum as I swallow a particularly decadent bite. “I’m close. You like to watch, huh?”
His pupils dilate and his jaw goes a little slack as his gaze drops to my mouth. Just like that, we’re not talking about food anymore. Maybe we never were.

Author: Lexi Ryan