Cara’s POV
When Jason walked into my room again that evening, all I could do was smile at him with a shake of my head. He looked like he was some kind of housewife or something.
He was wearing a yellow and black patterned apron that had a big roaster drawn on the front of it, with the words “I Can Cook All You Want” scribbled below it.
If I wasn't so tired, I would be laughing my ass off right now. He was carrying a tray with a bowl of something in it and I groaned.
“Hey, Cara.” He called and I rolled my eyes.
Why was he annoying the s**t out of me with all his fussing? I was only down with a fever and not dying or anything like that. I could have asked him for food if I was hungry, but no, he had to treat me like I was some baby.
“I brought you something to eat.” He said right
