85. Violette
VIOLETTE
Hunger eventually drags me from the bathtub to find Azrael and Levi in the kitchen, plating our feast. The sight of them standing together, coupled with the longing in their eyes, is enough to make my heart thump with its own yearning.
Lifting his gaze from the array of neatly sliced, diced, and peeled fruits from a long ceramic platter, he smiles at us with a knowing twinkle in his eyes. “Hungry, little seraphim?”
Tailed by Levi, I sidle beside him as my eyes rake over my favorite fruits and pop a square of fresh, tangy pineapple into my mouth. “Mmm, yum. I am indeed.”
Azrael and Levi ask the same question in unison. “Which are your favorites?”
Their gazes snap to each other, and my grin widens. Wow.
I gesture to the right half of the platter—all the tangy fruits. “Everything here, certainly…”
Levi’s lips tilt. “So anything that’s as sour as it is sweet.”
I give him a happy nod. “Precisely. I need it to hit all the notes.”
Azrael pats both Levi and me on the bum, ushering us towards a large breakfast nook boasting a spectacular view of the mountains all painted in the rich, warm hues of autumn.
“Alright, lovebirds, time to eat. There are few things in this world more underwhelming than overcooked quiche.”
The moment I follow Levi into the cushioned booth, he leans back, draping one leg over the seat while the other plants a foot on the floor. He pulls me to lie back on his chest. Azrael arrives with bite-sized morsels of bacon-wrapped dates, quiche, and fruit.
My mouth waters.
However, I do a double-take when Azrael pulls a bottle of massage oil from his back pocket. He gives Levi a nod.
“You feed her while I massage her feet.”
My jaw drops before a laugh of disbelief bubbles out of me.
“You two are going to ruin me. I’ll never be able to go without this.”
Azrael gives me a wicked grin. “That’s entirely the plan, darling.”