Chapter 422

• We’re sitting with ankles entwined on the huge king-size bed in Jake’s bedroom, our backs against the padded headboard surrounded by a mountain of cushions, watching some action movie playing on his large flat-screen TV. Chinese food tubs are standing all over the bed around us, open and easy to reach for dipping into.
• I’m wearing one of his T-shirts after our not-so-clean bubble bath, and he’s in a pair of dark gray sweatpants, his torso naked showcasing his chiseled body and tribal ink perfectly. I have a serious case of ‘my boyfriend’s so hot’ swoons as I watch his muscular arms and shoulders flex and tense as he shovels food into his mouth with the expertise of an avid Chinese food eater. He leans forward with chopsticks full of noodles and pops them in my mouth without waiting to ask if I even want any, his eyes glued to what he’s watching. I’m being obedient and letting him stuff me full of food despite being able to feed myself, amused by Jake’s constant need to tend to me like a mother hen.
• Somehow, I like it like this: he looks after me in small ways I would never have guessed him capable of. Feeding me his food seems to be a recurring thing. He feels I’ve never eaten enough and is always trying to cram food in my mouth.