I was curled up in a position like I was a foetus, enjoying the feel of the cold sheet in my body. My eyes were slowly closing up, wanting to fall asleep again all of a sudden. I heard a knock at the door.
"Come in," I said in a croaked voice.
The door swung open, and a young girl in a maid uniform walked in. She gave a slight bow with her head before speaking.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. I would like to know if you want your lunch to be brought up to your room," she asked in a very gentle tone.
At the mention of food, my stomach grumbles even more. I was really hungry.
"Yes, I would like that; thanks," I responded.
"I will bring it right up, ma'am." She says so, slightly bowing her head again, then walking out.
I stood up from the bed, stretching my body, and sighed in contentment. I walked into the bathroom to tidy up. I wasn't showering, but I brushed my teeth. There was no way I was eating anything without brushing; that would just be gross.
After I was done, I walked back out at the same time the maid stepped in; she had a tray of food in her arms. I jumped back on the bed, putting the tray on my lap. In front of me was homemade pasta; the smell was inviting, and I already had an idea who made it.
"Thank Sarah for me." I said to the maid as she walked out of the room. I picked up my fork, inhaling the wonderful aroma before I dug in. I had a bite of the delicious, cheesy pasta, and I moaned. It tasted really amazing.
Sarah really was a great cook.
I was enjoying my lunch when the door opened, and Sin came in looking casual. I looked in his direction and gave him a smile, which he reciprocated. He walked towards the bed, taking a seat. I studied his facial expression and noticed he looked pissed.
And voicing my thoughts, I asked. "What is it?" He raised his dark eyes to mine, and I nearly gasped at the intensity of them. They were dark and dangerous and pinned me to the bed. I stared back deeply into his eyes, not blinking. His wide-ranging eyes clashed with mine as I waited for him to respond.
"I had interrogated the man who shot me." He says he is trying to control his anger. "I'm just angered by what he said.That's all bambina."
I nodded in understanding, picking up my fork. The pasta was getting cold, and I knew he wasn't going to tell me more about it since he wanted to keep me out of the mafia's business, so I didn't ask any further questions. I wanted to finish the pasta so I could spend time watching my favorite soap opera. I went to lift the fork up to my mouth when a long finger wrapped around the bow.
I raised an eyebrow at Sin, but was welcomed with a devilish smirk on his face as he attempted to pull the tray to himself. I wasn't going to let him have my food, so I held on tightly to the bowl, and the grip on the fork tightened as well.
"Get your own; this one is mine." I told him, narrowing my eyes at him. I had no intention of sharing my food with anyone.
An amused look crossed his face. "I want this one, bambina." Sin said, moving the tray for my leg. I put the pasta on the fork and quickly put it in my mouth, then moved to take the plate from his grasp.
"This one is mine," I answered stubbornly.
"You're mine, which makes it mine as well." His lips stretched into a slight grin, and his eyes twinkled with pride.
My breath cut into my throat at how devilishly handsome he looked right now. When I finally managed to register his words in my mind, a blush rose on my cheeks, and my hold on the tray flattened. He pulled the tray completely out of my grasp and took the fork in my other hand before placing the tray on his lap. I looked at him in surprise, and he winked, twirling the fork around the pasta and bringing it up to his mouth. I just sat there, baffled, as he continued to eat my lunch.
After he was done, he placed the tray on the table, pressing a bell I had no idea existed at the side of the bed. Not seconds later, the young maid who had served me my lunch knocked before coming in after Sin's command. He pointed to the tray and said something to her, but I wasn't listening.
The maid nodded, taking the tray along with her as she walked outside. Sin, on the other hand, was looking at my reaction with an amusing glint in his eyes. He walked towards me, kissed my forehead, and then walked to enter the bathroom.
Did I just lose my lunch?
I couldn't even be sad at that because he made it up to me; I had no idea what he told the maid, but she walked in thirty minutes later with two boxes of pizza, chips, and ice cream.
Who was I to complain?