LILYA
I sat in the room, I have been here on this bed for days and I was getting tired, the covers pulled tightly around me, trying to heal from the wounds both seen and unseen. Adrain entered, holding a steaming bowl of soup, a small smile playing on his lips. I couldn't help but wonder why he was being so kind to me.
"Why are you so nice to me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Adrain chuckled, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, you see," he began, his tone light, "I've been trying to impress you for months now. And finally, you're at my mercy, unable to escape my cooking."
I couldn't help but smile at his attempt at humor. It was a welcome distraction from the pain that had been consuming me. "You're a terrible cook, aren't you?" I teased, taking the bowl of soup
