•• • • Emile’s POV • ••

“Hey, baby it's morning!” Nate softly caresses my jaws until I wake out of sleep. “Good morning baby!” he softly perks my lips. “Goodmorning?” I broaden my stare in shock. “How was your night?” he adds, wow!. “Fine?” what is wrong with him, I ask myself as I seat up in bed, leaning on the head bead slat.

He carries the tray that he hided behind him and he places it in front of me on top of the small wooden slap which is placed directly above my knees.

He maid some fried ages, with toasted, juice with some fruits. “Aww!!!.. you didn't...