I sat up slowly, the process making my entire body feel like it was going to break, bones and all. But I successfully made it, resting my back against the headboard, releasing a relieved sigh. I reached for my glasses and put them on.
I still can't believe he took care of the tampon, and it was placed perfectly.
That devilish man.
The things he does both alarm and fascinate me. However, in the end, it was all part of the contract; this behavior of his completely contradicts his personality, because what else am I supposed to believe?
I readjust, hearing a clatter. There was a bed tray holding breakfast. Oatmeal, toast, eggs, and tea. With dark chocolate as a side piece.
He made me breakfast, and it's still warm too, which means it hadn't been long since he brought it.
I carried and set it on my front, grabbing my spoon to eat, but I heard my phone ring.
My phone? I thought I dropped it.
