Stone didn't want her to feel awkward around him, so he tried to carry on as usual.
"How do you feel?" he asked in a quiet tone.
"I feel terrible; I have a headache."
"Well, don't worry about getting up anymore. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. I'll bring it to you."
"Wait! You don't have to," she said, looking up at him and remembering what the last meal he cooked for her tasted like.
"I already know what you are thinking and about to say. Make sure it tastes good." He gave her that boyish grin. "You just relax." He said as he left the bedroom before she could stop him. Even through her burning eyes, he looked irresistibly tempting this morning.
'Why is he being so nice to me? Precisely what did I tell him last night? Probably, way too much. Oh, no! He probably thought I wa
