RYAN
“You don’t like hot and sour,” Gavin replied to my request. He knew me too well. Damnit!
“Yeah. It’s not for me. And, before you ask anything else, don’t. Just bring the damn soup.” I heard him chuckle as I disconnected the call.
Sighing out heavily, I got back to work. Hot, spicy and soupy noodles. Yeah, got that. Refusing to go deeper in the sudden need to take care of her. I focused on preparing her meal.
Twenty-five minutes later, there was a knock on my door. Perfect timing. The vegetables were chopped. Noodles were ready. I just had to fry them. I opened the door for Gavin, who was smiling that smile which let me know that he knew what was going on or what exactly I was doing.
I rolled my eyes as I took the paper bag from him. It was seriously inconvenient, he knew me insi
