Jagged But Tom Eats Like a Man Starved

When he looks back up at her again, his eyes are dark. It sends pleasant shivers down her spine. “Do you wish to make it up to me?”

“Yes,” he almost whispers, and it looks as though he didn’t even realize he said it.

“Come here,” she says softly. She reaches an arm out to him.

He moves to stand, and she tsks at him. He tilts his head minutely in confusion. “On your knees.”