She shivered as his nose grazed along her neck, and inhaled deeply. Leaning into him. "I meant food, Roe." She murmured softly, goose bumps spreading across her skin from his warmth. "I haven't eaten in ages. Aren't you hungry? You haven't eaten all day..." She added, trying to concentrate on food, as opposed to the mental image she had of them in the shower together, them in her bed, them anywhere but standing fully clothed in the middle of the living room. He was making her crazy, still, more, and she could barely stand it. He was intoxicating, infuriatingly innocent, and she didn't know how long she could keep away from him. She couldn't just have sex with him all the time. She had a life, an education, she needed to have a career...