Irene's POV
Lord, make a hole on the floor now and I'd willingly jump right into it. I was praying for my soul as I stood before him. He was looking at my direction and my cheeks were burning red.
Way to go Irene.
My limbs got numb as our eyes met.
Good gracious.
Why do I have to see him like this?
His hair was disheveled, eyes not yet fully opened yet I almost lost my wits when I saw him wet his lower lip.
I will definitely kill Max for this.
"What are you doing here?"
Oh right. It was as if I was broken off my trance. Thank God the tray on my hand did not slip, his raspy bedroom voice wasn't of help either.
I tried avoiding his gaze and avoiding his body before trying to move forward.
"Ahm, I just brought you food. I heard you were sick," I told him and I saw him try to sit
