Page 52 of Imperfection is Beauty

She grinned, “You got chicken noodle soup with stars?”

I nodded, “Yeah, figured it would be easier for you to swallow. You told me you had a cough. It’s going to make your throat sore.”

Had I not been looking at her, I would have missed the way her eyes glistened with unshed tears, “That sounds great. Thank you.”

I nodded, then grabbed her pile, and carried it over to her, setting it all onto the coffee table.

Seeing she had a glass of water with ice in it, I opened the package of pills and read the directions, then handed her two of them. “Take these.”

She didn’t hesitate to nod, “K.”

Once she took them, and drank some water, I opened her Kleenex, and the bag of cough drops.

Once I had my trash in my hand, I straightened, and then stopped when she asked, “Marcus?”

I lifted a brow at her, “Yeah, Shortcake?”

“You really didn’t have to get all of this.” She said as she gestured to the stuff in front of her.

I shrugged, “You were sick. Yeah, I did.”

She smiled then and I knew that she was tired, but she still said, “Well, thank you. What do I owe you.”

I grinned, because no way in hell was she paying me back, honestly, I was the one who owed her, I just didn’t tell her that, “Tell you what, I’ll think about it.”

And before I could see the retort on her lips, I knew was coming, I winked at her and then I headed into the kitchen to make her tea and her soup.

While I was doing that, we talked about my game.

And yeah, I fucking got a hard-on for how animated she was about the game.

And she really did mean to hurt the bastard that got me with a late hit.

Once everything was ready, I carried it all to her, sat down on the couch, and then asked, “Can you eat this yourself?”

She smiled, “Yeah, I think so. Want to watch a movie with me?” She tilted her head to the screen on her television.

I nodded, then grabbed her remote and scrolled through what she had on her Netflix.

As soon as she started eating her soup, I tilted my head and looked at her, “Sorry it took me so long to get to you.”

She winced, “Marcus, you don’t have to apologize. You didn’t even have to do all this.”

I shrugged, “It wouldn’t have taken me so long, but I had to go to three different stores.”

She froze with the spoon halfway to her perfect lips. Lips I wanted to be wrapped around my cock, then tilted her head, “Why’d you have to go to three different stores?”

I gave her my eyes then so she could really see deep inside of me, down to the deepest part of me, and pick up on what I was saying, and I turned my body, so I was facing her, “Because they didn’t have medicine that wasn’t grape-flavored.”

At that, she leaned forward, placed her bowl on the table, then sat back up and looked at me.

More importantly, she stared into my eyes.

Chapter 12

Scarlett

I felt my breath catch in my throat. Just who was this man? “You remembered?”

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