"Drink?" I asked my man. My man. Who had been working non-stop since we came back from our date. Though my feet ached when I walked, it wasn't anything unbearable. But for Satan, it was more than real pain. He made it a rule for me to not get up from bed unless and until the wounds on my feet get cured.
He glared at me, his eyes narrowed as he looked at two mugs of summer drink I made. I had watched this several times before back on earth and always wanted to give it a try. But I don't always have all the ingredients in my kitchen. But this was Satan's kitchen. Even when it lacked the newest kind of technologies, he actually had food and all the kinds of herbs and spices stored, something my kitchen never had.
"I thought I asked you to rest." He said, raising his eyebrows up, and I felt
