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Of course he didn’t say anything about me having it…
I sidled up next to him in hopes I could just lay it gently over his shoulder, but of course, Mal had other plans.
“What are you doing?” he asked in a tone full of skepticism and tension as I hovered over the injured side of his body. Instantly, I broke out in waves of heat from our nearness that began to seep under my skin and penetrate my racing heart.
In all honesty, I had no idea why I was getting so close to him to put the ice on his shoulder.
“Taking care of you,” I muttered as I slowly began to lift my arm into the air. I could feel his stare steady on my movement and just when I had expected him to stop me, he didn’t.
Then ever so gently, I laid the ice down onto his shoulder, making sure that I put it in the right spot before I pulled away.
“You better still have this ice on your shoulder when I come back,” I scolded in a soft-like tone.
His eyes had darkened to a deeper shade, and not once had he tore his gaze away from mine.
“Yes, ma’am.”
34
MAL
Doe made me dinner.
She made me my favorite dinner and she didn’t even know it. When she mentioned she wasn’t a good cook, I was expecting sandwiches or a frozen pizza, but not spaghetti. Definitely not something that involved a stove and oven. Though it might not be considered as an accomplishment for some, I was so fucking proud of her for trying. It couldn’t have been easy.
Even in her nervous state, when she placed the plate in my lap, I wanted to tell her that this was the most anyone had ever done for me in a long time. That it didn’t matter to me whether it tasted good or bad, I was beyond grateful to have her here.
Though my mood was still in a dark place, it helped knowing I had someone who cared enough about me to be here.
After she practically draped herself over me to get an ice pack on my shoulder, I’ve been waiting patiently for her to return. With her scent still lingering over me and the sensation of her legs brushing against mine, my cock began to stiffen in frustration.
I wanted her badly despite every reason I shouldn’t.
Unfortunately, my body didn’t give a fuck about right or wrong and the second she stepped out into the living room with a full plate of food in her hands, I nearly dropped to my knees in front of her.
She was painfully beautiful and pink.
A complete contrast to me, but the minute her mouth curled into a smile, it didn’t seem to matter.
“You haven’t taken a bite yet?” She frowned as she noticed my still full plate and took the spot directly next to me.
“Been waiting for you.”
I shot her a glance and observed the way her whole body melted from my words.
“Well, aren’t you just a gentleman?” she teased and nudged me gently with her foot.
I loved this playful side of her.
I wanted to be like that with her, but I wasn’t sure how, or if I even could.
“Nah, I just want you to see my reaction when I take my first bite,” I joked, causing her to let out a chuckle.
“Oh, you’re really lucky I didn’t screw it up this time, Mal. I’ve been known to overcook and undercook the noodles.”
Little did she know, I’d eat anything she’d ever make me and not complain about it.
“We all do that.” I shrugged. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m not the best cook either.”
