A couple of minutes had passed when the door to the room opened again. My nostrils smelled the delicious aroma of chicken soup, boiled potatoes and fruit with jam.
I closed my eyes, feeling the smell of food mingling with the intoxicating aroma of Bicker that also made my skin crawl.
At that moment the sound of my stomach rumbles back into the room, causing my mate to pick up the tray and bring it closer to me.
"You should eat the soup first, it will do you good" He hinted softly.
I looked at him as I gave him a faint smile. I soon picked up a spoon and began to taste the soup alone. f**k, it had been so long since I had tasted anything other than cooked oatmeal and water.
The Bicker sat down on the couch in front of the bed and started using his laptop while I continued to sample
