MAYA’S POV
“Dinner in bed? Really?”
“Yes,” Rasmus replied.
He handed over the tray to me and I gladly put it on my lap. A smile appeared on my face while our eyes locked. He could have allowed a domestic worker to bring it, but he decided to do it himself. That was thoughtful of him.
Indeed, he’s my answered prayer. My only regret was having doubts about him and not agreeing to be his woman from the moment I realized we were mates. He sat on the bed close to my legs.
“I don’t want you doing anything again tonight, you’ve done more than enough today,” he interrupted the silence.
“You’ve said that a million times to me ever since we got back.”
I asked the chef for something very light, so I wasn’t surprised she made pancakes and scrambled eggs. I picked up the fork on the tray and sta
