~Gianna's POV
We finished breakfast slowly, as if neither of us wanted to rush into the next part of the day and break whatever calm had settled between us. Matteo was still sitting across from me when the waiter cleared the last plates, and for a moment he just watched me like he was thinking about something soft and unspoken.
Then he leaned forward slightly, picking up the last piece of fruit from the plate between us.
"You barely touched this one," he said.
I looked at it.
"I was full," I replied.
He gave me that small look again, the one that always felt like he did not fully believe me but also did not want to argue too hard.
"Open your mouth," he said casually.
I blinked at him.
"Again?" I asked.
He nodded once.
"Yes," he said simply.
I sighed a little, but I leaned forward anyway.
He fed me the fruit slowly, like it mattered that I took it properly, and when I finished chewing he smiled like he had won something again.
"You are very easy to feed," he said.
