Hunter’s soup was so mouth-wateringly delicious, that had Kingsley not interrupted our meal and ruined it, it would have been the perfect dinner.
“Oh my god,” I moaned. “This is amazing!”
“I told you it would make you feel better,” Hunter said with a wink.
“Yep, you were right,” I said with a chuckle, before shoveling another spoonful awkwardly into my mouth with my non-broken hand. Having to do everything with my left hand for the next six weeks was going to be very interesting– and not in a good way.
Soon enough I had finished all my soup, but I still felt ravenous. “Is there any more?” I asked him, looking down sadly at my empty bowl.
“Yeah, there’s plenty,” Hunter replied, picking up my bowl from the dining room table and heading to the kitchen with it. I would have filled it
