For the first time in my life, I was pissed for the fact that my food had arrived early. Way too early, and it demanded for one of us, unfortunately, Nikolai, to leave this absolutely perfect position and get the door.
I couldn't express my displeasure, and I just sat there, watching his back as he let the server who was pushing a small trolley of food in. This was one of the things that reminded me of how imperfect my world really was.
If my world was perfect and exactly the way I wanted it, I would have Nikolai resting on my lap for the rest of eternity, with no age, no hunger, no thirst. Just the aching need to stay there forever.
"What are you thinking about?"
I turned to Nikolai, who was now fixing around the bed. The server had just let go of the trolley, and Nikolai gave him a
