Gabriel's warm breath grazed the curve of Amelie's neck, his lips barely a whisper away from her skin when an unexpected sound broke the moment.
A growl from her stomach.
He stopped, then slowly pulled back with amusement flickering in his eyes as he looked down at her belly.
Amelie quickly covered her stomach with both hands, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment.
Gabriel sat up, barely hiding his grin. "I think someone's more hungry for food than for me," he teased, brushing a thumb over her flushed cheek.
She bit her bottom lip, her eyes playful but shy. "I don't think lunch is ready yet," she said, pulling herself up and sitting cross-legged beside him.
"You don't have to wait for lunch," he replied gently. "You can eat something light to tide you over." He stood from the bed and began buttoning his shirt, his movements smooth and unhurried. "Stay here. I'll get you something."
Amelie caught his hand before he could turn. "You don't have to—"
