He wasn’t joking. No, Ender had never made a joke. Fortunately, he didn’t complain about his meal, but unlike Kai’s dish, which he always ate till the plate was completely clean, mine, he ate only a little. Then he turned to me. I don’t know if his anticipation made him not to eat or if it tasted bad. But when his eyes fell on me, who had been sitting right there, naked and trying not to lean on my cheeks, heat swarmed all over me. So much so, I hated it and lowered my gaze.
“Get up.” He ordered, and I reluctantly did so. I was happy to get my ass off the floor.
“Are you hungry?”
I raised my gaze at him. What was he playing at? But my stomach rumbled immediately, and for once, I pondered if I had actually eaten all day.
“Come on, take a piece of meat.”
I couldn’t argue with him, not w
