Harley’s P.O.V.

What?

Eat me?

My heart skipped a beat, and I tried to glare at him. But the way he held me made it possible. I could only bite my lips and chuckle nervously.

“I have prepared breakfast for you.”

Carlos kissed my hair, melting me under the heat of his love. Especially when he picked up a fork and fed me omelette, his eyes soft, brimming with affection

“I know, Princess. You cook the best.”

It felt surreal. Spoiling me like this, treating me like I was fragile and precious. I almost laughed at myself as I had always thought about how those skinny beauties in the movies...