"Looks like our meal is here. Select a channel, maybe there's a good movie lined up." Dameon handed me the TV remote as he got out of bed to grab our meal.
He exchanges a few words with the food runner before pushing the trolley in and shutting the door behind him. The tempting smell of food wafted through the air as he stopped the trolley at the end of the bed.
"I took the liberty to order a few light snacks as well if you want to munch on something while watching a movie." Dameon smiled softly, his gentle gaze landing on me as I pursed my lips and nodded.
He lifts the cloche, placing it on the lower deck of the trolley as he hands me the cutlery. I tried to take a sip of soup, but it was scalding hot.
"Yikes—!" I fanned my lips, tearing a little from the piping hot liquid as Dameon got off the bed and returned with a cold glass of water.
"Take it slow... Here." He blows on a spoonful of soup, gesturing me to drink it as he directs the spoon in front of my lips.
