Paloma Perez.
“Another?” I ask, holding up the spoon.
“I’m full. Full of soup, water, and um… spice.”
“So you hate my cooking?” I pout and drop the spoon back into the bowl.
“Baby, I didn’t say that.” he defends instantly, nudging the spoon back toward him. Elijah slurps before flashing a grin. "YUM!"
I roll my eyes, taking the half-empty bowl off his lap as I get up. He doesn’t see my face as I turn around, and I let out a tiny chuckle. I totally just guilt-tripped him into one more bite. Victory.
“Come back.” he calls out from the couch.
I glance around his so-called lounge. Or as Alex named it, the bro cave. It’s not a bunker, but it definitely gives off bunker energy. Fun lights, leather furniture, a massive TV, and probably some high-grade weapon stashed in a hidden compartme
