The next day, I awoke to the aroma of congee.
It had been nearly twenty-four hours since I last ate, and my throat was parched with thirst.
I glanced around at the unmistakable setup of a bachelor's apartment.
I already knew exactly where I was.
I tried to sit up, but the moment I moved, the room spun violently—
I fell back onto the bed.
Then the door opened, and Luke Jordan stood in the doorway, holding a small tray with a bowl of congee and a side dish.
Seeing me trying to rise, he immediately set the tray on the nightstand and rushed to steady me. "You're burning up—where do you think you're going?"
Without a word, he gently pushed me back down and handed me the congee.
I reached for it, but he stopped me. "The bowl's hot. Let me hold it."
I felt awkward and wanted to finish q
