"This is delicious," I stuffed my face with more bolognese and grabbed another piece of garlic bread. "Thanks for feeding me!" I chirped happily at the cook.
"She's supposed to be feeding me," Marco scowled at me from his place in the kitchen. "Honestly, the way you consistently make me get out of bed rest makes me think you don't care about me."
"I don't," I grinned at him and shoved another forkful of food into my mouth, closing my eyes to savour the moment. "This sauce is godly."
Marco looked grossed out and snatched the fork from my hand as well as my plate. Ever since he'd gotten injured, he acted like he had a right to boss me around and do whatever he wanted. It was getting old very quickly. Like, I know he caught a bullet for me or whatever, but he was really abusing his power.
"Wow this really is delicious," he gave me an irritating smile and went towards the stove to get more. "Are you done with them already?"
