“Yes,” he replies, his mouth tugging at the corners.
“You said you’ll just heat it,” I say.
“Yep,” he answers with a nod. “I cooked it earlier while you were sleeping.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll go and get it,” he says, walking away. I hear his footsteps on the stairway until they fade away from the distance.
Drake Swift concerned with Sophia Taylor.
Who would have thought this day would come?
Even though I did daydream when I had a crush on him before that he would take care of me, I didn’t believe that it will happen.
A dream can turn into a reality.
It’s impossible, but here we are, almost the same as my imagination. A wash of déjà vu washed through me. It feels weird to see your fantasy coming true. Well, it was a long long time ago.
He comes back, carrying a tray with a bowl in it.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“My specialty,” he answers, setting the tray on the bedside table and sitting on the bed beside me.
“And your specialty is . . .?”
He takes the bowl and let me see it.
“It’s a soup,” I say obviously. Of course.
“Yes, it’s a soup,” he says, “but don’t think it’s the same with others. It doesn’t taste like them.”
“Uh huh.” I should have known that he prepared me a soup. “Give it to me so I can taste it.”
“No,” he says. “I’ll feed you.”
“What?” I ask incredulously.
He shrugs, and ignores my weak attempt at getting the bowl of soup from him.
“I can eat it all by myself,” I say, shaking my head to the spoon he’s holding a few inches from my mouth.
“But I already said I’ll take care of you,” he says disapprovingly.
“But—“
As soon as I open my mouth, he puts the food inside. I have no choice but to swallow it.
“Draky!” Thank God it’s not that hot!
“What?” he asks innocently, mixing the soup and not looking into my eyes.
“Nothing,” I mutter, because I know he got me there. I did say that he can take care of me.
“What does it taste?” he asks. I can imagine him crossing his fingers.
“Just like any other soup,” I mumble, sticking my tongue out at him. To be fair, I have to say that this soup is delicious. I haven’t taste like this before. I wonder how he made it.
He smirks and looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to open my mouth. He makes a buzzing sound and makes a circular motion on his hand. “Here’s the airplane,” he says, “Open your mouth.”
I can’t help but laugh at his childishness.
“Come on,” he says, trying hard not to laugh and to look serious. “Open your mouth now. The airplane’s running out of engine.”
Smiling, I open my mouth and accept the food.
“Good,” he says approvingly.
“What are you going to eat?” I ask.
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The Bet (Just The Way You Are)
RomanceWhen Drake Swift lost in a bet, his best friend wanted him to court a girl in a month and ask her to be his girlfriend. After she said, "Yes", he will tell her that he doesn't love her and all that happened between them was a game. But what if Sophi...
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