It took her an embarrassingly long time to realize what he was doing.
He was going to feed her.
“I can feed myself.”
“No.”
“No?” she repeated.
“No, I’ve decided I prefer to do it.”
“Oh, and you always get your own way?” she said.
“I think you know the answer to that. Now, eat your breakfast.”
She huffed out a breath, but she honestly wanted some food and was desperate enough to let him feed her.
It turned out to be far more intimate than she’d realized, though. She was reliant on him for every bite. He fed her steadily, even giving her sips of water and juice in between. It should have felt awkward. She barely knew this man. And for close to thirty-eight hours he’d had her locked up in his house.
It was probably because she was completely exhausted, but right now being taken care
