“No,” I replied. “I’m just not a very good sleeper. Go back to sleep, we have a super busy day tomorrow. Well, today. I’m going back to sleep too,” I said softly, hoping to convince him to go back to sleep. I rolled over on my side and stayed perfectly still with my eyes closed.

“You know what I think?” he asked. “I think you’re hungry. You barely touched dinner.”

I opened my eyes and gnawed on my lip. He wasn’t wrong. I was surprised he’d even noticed. That stupidly persistent rumble in my stomach was getting impossible to ignore. It was easy to focus on other things when I was managing Oakley’s schedule and focusing on my senior coursework. But late at night, it was harder to pretend the emptiness in my stomach wasn’t bothering me.

“I think you should mind your own business,” I growled, tucking the blanket under my chin. I felt the mattress shift, and Oakley got out of bed. I squeezed my eyes shut when I heard him padding across the carpet. What the hell was he doing?

Heat traveled over my body, and when I popped my eyes open, I was met with his dark stare. “Hey there, Solver. How about you eat a protein bar?” he asked with a smirk, then slowly unwrapped the high-calorie protein treat. I watched his slow hands unveil a dark chocolate granola goodness that had the ability to make me horny for food.

“Did you just moan?” Oakley asked.

“Uh, no. Who does that, that would be weird,” I lied. I totally moaned. Oakley brought the granola bar almost to my lips and hovered. The chocolate was just an inch away, wrapped up in his fingers. There was the tiniest bit of chocolate that started to melt on his index finger, and I imagined licking it off. I moaned again. Oh shit. I coughed to try to cover it up.

“Get that out of my face; I don’t even like chocolate,” I told him as I pushed away his hand. I don’t think I was super convincing since people who don’t actually like chocolate don’t stare longingly at it.

Instead of moving away, Oakley chuckled to himself and launched his big, hard body onto the bed, straddling me above the covers. “What the fuck, Oakley?” I groaned.

“Just a little bite won’t hurt, Solver,” he joked, leaning over with the granola bar.

“This is ridiculous, Problem,” I growled.

“If it’s so ridiculous, then you won’t have a problem eating a small bite.” Oakley’s breath feathered over my skin, and he rubbed the chocolate down my cheek and onto my neck.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked.

“All this talk is making me hungry. Can’t let this go to waste.” Then, Oakley’s flat, wet, hot tongue drew a trail of heat down my neck. “Mmm,” he moaned against my thudding pulse. “Chocolate.”