For long minutes, we stood there. Until I said, “Let’s go find somewhere to eat – outside.”	“Hmmm.” He showed no sign of letting go.	I looked up at last. Found his eyes shining with that familiar, wicked light. “I think I’m hungry for something else,” he purred.	My toes curled in my boots, but I lifted my brows and said cooly, “Oh?”	Rhys nipped at my earlobe, then whispered in my ear as he winnowed us up to our bedroom, where two plates of food now waited on the desk. “I owe you for last night, mate.”	He gave me the courtesy, at least, of letting me pick what he consumed first; me or the food.	I picked wisely.
Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin
fantasy, romance