"Eat," he said hoarsely "you look hungry."
"You're not eating?"
"I already did" he answered, "not long before you got up."
He looked a little sheepish.
I shrug and begin to dig in. It was heaven. He'd made a bacon and cheese omelet and it was huge. I barely managed to eat half of it and the toast while he watched me, making me feel self conscious. He was beaming though, happy to see I was eating the food he'd prepared.
"You're a good cook," I told him appreciatively as I began to sip at my juice.
I pushed the half-eaten food towards him "I'm afraid I can't finish it though."
He devoured the rest while I watched in stunned silence. I tried not to laugh.
"So um, I hate to ask this because it sounds crass" I waited till he was finished.
He raised a brow looking amused "but are y
