"I can serve myself," Circe protested, her brows knitting slightly as she watched him carefully plate a portion of the mouthwatering meal, clearly intending to feed her with his own hands.
Since she had woken almost a day ago, she had barely been able to go more than a few minutes without Ragnar constantly hovering over her.
He only wanted to care for her and under different circumstances, she might have allowed herself to bask in the attention he so freely gave. But she couldn't, not when his concern bordered on suffocating.
"I never said you couldn't," Ragnar replied, unfazed by her protest or even the glare she hurled in his direction. "But I also want to ensure that every one of your needs and desires is met." His gaze softened as it settled on her, warmth flickering in his eyes. "So please, indulge me this once, my love."
A small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, one that suggested that he knew he had won the argument.
