Robert's words hung in the air as Emily's eyes remained fixed on his. He leaned in, his kiss a tender yet passionate gesture, but he controlled his desire, pulling back before it could intensify. Just as Emily was about to find her voice, the doorbell rang out, interrupting the moment.
"Looks like our food has arrived," Robert said, his voice gentle, as he took Emily's hands and led her out of the room. "You need to eat."
Robert set the food before Emily, then sat down opposite her. As she reached for the spoon, he took it from her hand, his touch gentle. "Allow me," he said, his eyes locked on hers.
Emily tried to protest, "Babe, I know you're being the perfect gentleman, but I can do that myself. I told you I'm fine, I don't feel weak or anything, it's like I just woke up from a short nap."
Robert's smile was persuasive, "I know you're capable, but let me take care of you this once."
