"Here you go some hangover soup!"
I put down, safely after making sure his fingers wouldn't burn. Lifting the cloth, I smelled it. Still the sweet and sour tinge hanging in there.
Then with a spoon taken full, I started to feed him when he looked at me,
'You are gonna give it to me?'
I sighed, and shrugged,
"You have a problem with that?"
He shook his head, which made me suppress a smile.
I shoved the spoon in large amounts, making him full in only seven attempts.
"I'm full"
"I know"
The soup was kept aside and so was the water bottle.
Then I washed myself and came out in a normal casual wear. I caught him staring at me through the mirror making his cheeks blush a little.
"Seriously?"
He averted gaze, 'What?'
I looked at the drawer, 'Can I use the comb? My hair is sticking o
