Joanne raised a brow. "Dangerous? You're the one who almost pounced."
Jeffrey gritted his teeth, eyes darkening again for a beat before he physically shook it off. He placed a lingering kiss on her forehead. He then cleared his throat and turned abruptly toward the breakfast table. "Come eat," he said, his voice tight with restraint.
Joanne smiled as she followed him. There was something absurdly sweet about the way he tried to control himself, like a teenage boy in love for the first time, even though they had already lived through so much.
The way he kept stealing glances at her legs and her face, and then forcing himself to focus on the task at hand, made her heart flutter and laugh at the same time. She giggled as he plated her food, taking special care with every spoonful.
"What?" Jeffrey looked up, puzzled and bashful all at once.
