AISHA
“I’LL ANSWER the door,” Spencer said as he got up. He caressed my cheek before walking to the door and unlocking it open.
I leaned in, so I could also see the view while still in the kitchen. A guy stood right outside the door holding a pack of food.
My forehead creased. Looking at the man’s uniform, he must have been a delivery driver.
Did Spencer call for a food delivery?
But he had already cooked for both of us.
Oh s**t, what if he saw me smelling the steak and hesitating—I bit my lower lip. I don’t even know why I was acting weird. The first few bites were so so good I wanted to even lick my fingers.
As Spencer got the food from the delivery guy, I was preparing to apologize to him. Especially after looking at him earlier with eyes filled with tears after asking him
