"You're hungry?" I stop rummaging the fridge hearing that familiar voice. Taking an apple out, I close the fridge again as I feel the heat radiated from his body signalling he's standing behind me.
"I marinated chicken for lunch, I can cook it now if you're hungry."
Lunch. Yeah I skipped that after our little get-together at his room. Instead of rushing for lunch, I took my own sweet time taking a bath and then nap for a couple of hours before finally coming down for food. It's almost 4 now.
"Yeah I'm hungry." I take a bite on the red apple and lean on the kitchen island.
"Alright gimme fifteen minutes." He opens the fridge again then takes out a few food containers which I believe have all the ingredients he prepped earlier while I had my much needed nap.
Ten laps in the infinity poo
