I think I will. But after I eat.
French fries above everything else.
I’m tearing the heavy bag open the moment it’s dropped on my lap. The delicious smell of fried potato treats envelops me,and I’m stumped when I see the amount he ordered like two days' worth of snacks.
I still have trouble eating large proportions of meals, but almost everything I eat these days stays inside, which Angel likes to think of as progress.
“Woah…sugar daddy?”
Another new thing about me? I’ve been learning the latest trends and references so I can talk street too.
How’s it hanging, bro?
Angel throws his head back and his carefree laugh rattles the car. He barely manages to park the car between two white lines because he is laughing so hard.
At me or with me… I don’t care.
“Shut up, you fool,” he chuckles, finally turning the car off. Thunder and wind flapping against the car become more evident with the engine shut.
“JustDaddy,then?” I wiggle my eyebrows at my pretty Angel, and it earns me more of that husky laugh I love being responsible for.
Flicking my nose playfully, he says, “Keep it PG-13, sweetheart.”
Sobering up, Angel turns in his seat to face me, giving me a perfect angle to ogle at him. I just want to squish his cheeks and eat him. Lately, I’ve been embracing what Seiji likes to call ‘my inner whore’, and it wants me to glue myself to my Angel without shame.
Anxo takes the bag from me and starts feeding both of us. I’ve gotten better with forks, spoons and even chopsticks with Seiji’s help, but Angel still insists on feeding me himself. Not that I mind being the center of his attention.Or his world.
Reaching into the small compartment before me, Angel takes out a pack of sour candies before dropping them in my lap. I’mguessing he has discovered my recent obsession with them from his triumphant grin.
“I think I’m going to ugly cry,” I’m genuinely holding back tears as I pout at him.
Something as simple as a bag of sour candies and fries, and I’m close to tearing up. I blame Angel for being so good to me and overcompensating for all the years I had nothing by giving meeverything.
“That’s impossible. You’re never ugly.” He leans forward to kiss my forehead quickly.
“Even when I eat like nobody has fed me in years?” fiddling with his fingers, I lean my head sideways on my seat.
“Especially not then,” another kiss on the tip of my nose.I’m definitely going to ugly cry now.
We settle in comfortable silence with Angel feeding me. I have a feeling he wants to ask me something but for some reason, he’s hesitating.
“I wanted to ask you something.” I wait for him to continue, but his nerves pick up again. “Promise you won’t get mad?” holding his pinkie finger to me, Angel refuses to talk until I loop mine around his and make a promise.
“I can’t get mad at you, Angel. I’ve tried.”
“What—When?”
“That day when you took my sweatshirt.”
“First of all,mysweatshirt, and second, I was washing itfor you.”
“Tomato-potato.”
“That’s not how you use it,” shaking his head, he snickers, and I sit back and enjoy the heartwarming view that is him. My mate.
When we conclude that I genuinely can’t stay mad at his adorable face, he finally blurts, “Did you ever think Harvey was your mate?”
“Nope.”
