Olivia
My eyes couldn't leave sight of Storm as he moved around the room, preparing the food he ordered for us. I realized I missed him so much. I missed him doing that for me. It was almost dinner time, around seven in the evening. He asked me what I wanted to eat and I had this sudden craving for rice and fried chicken. When the food arrived, the smell of fried chicken made me feel so hungry.
I watched Storm pushed the bed mate table trolley beside the bed and he walked around to sit beside me.
"Hungry?" He smiled with a tease. He knew how much I loved chicken, especially when it was from a Filipino fast-food restaurant.
"Starving." I answered, eyeing the fried chicken excitedly. It looked so crispy and juicy that my mouth watered. "Can we eat now?"
"No doubt you're really hung
