Evangeline woke up the next day. It was already afternoon, and Eric wasn't beside her on the bed. Her body was sore, and her private parts were swollen.
The door opened, and came in Eric who was only in his pants.
"Hungry?" he asked with a tray in his hands.
Evangeline's lips kicked up a smile. "I would be famished if you're just wearing an apron."
"Oh." Eric thought for a second. "Do you want me to?" He was seriously thinking about it.
"No, silly. Of course, I'm hungry for food. Though I also don't mind if you do it."
Eric smiled and sat on the bed, laying the tray of food beside her. He kissed her forehead, murmuring, "Maybe some other time. Eat first."
Evangeline's stomach grumbled at the smell of freshly cooked food. Fingers slightly trembling, she picked up a morsel, and it took a lot of effort not to gobble it all down.
She was famished!
