𝓜𝔂 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓝𝓪𝓵𝓪|18+

Chapter nine.

After a while I convinced him to go shower and change, he was going to be sick. I quickly found some more new clothes we had along with some socks so he wouldn't get sick.

I sat them in the bathroom while he showered. In the mean time I headed down stairs to look for something to cook him. I'm sure he was hungry. My mom always taught me to cook. I actually enjoyed it and never had a problem cooking for others. Things like this was my love language anyway.

Deciding on pasta it was quick and easy. While I cooked for him I could hear the water running.

I couldn't help but keep thinking about his words. They replayed in my head over and over again.

After I was done cooking I placed his food on a plate and grabbed him water.

Opening my door I see him standing in fort of the mirror with a grey towel low on his waist. I couldn't help but let my eyes roam down his body.

But they stopped at the scar on his stomach. It went across his stomach. What happened? I didn't want him to see me looking at his scar so i moved my gaze to his face, his eyes were so puffy and red. He quickly dropped the towel from his waist.

Turning around quickly, he could've closed the damn door. After a few minutes he walked out of the bathroom.

"Come eat, quickly." I demanded. He needed to eat I can tell. I've been down this road of not eating for long periods of time. You can see it his face. It was pale. He haven't been eating at all and if he was it was smaller portions then what he needed.

He sat down on my bed before grabbing the plate of pasta.

"Thank you Nala." He smiled,I just nodded sitting next to him bringing my knees to my face and making sure he ate every bit of that pasta.

"She changed the locks." He muttered. Looking down at his plate of food, a tear falling from his pretty dark green eyes.

"Who changed the locks, your mom?" I said asked him. He nodded.

"She changed the locks and locked my window the day I left your house, I stayed in the park. That night." He let out.

"Why didn't you come back here? Why didn't you tell me?" I questioned him. I could've helped him.

He didn't say anything. He placed the plate on the table. Before grabbing me and putting me on top of him so I was straddling him. I let out a sound it caught me off guard.

"I'm sorry Principessa" looking into my eyes and rubbing on me.

"Don't apologize." I Told him holding his face in my hands and smiling. "Don't ever apologize for something like that"

Moving in his lap to get more comfortable.

"Nala stop moving." He demanded throwing his head back and groaning.

"Oh I'm sorry I was just trying to get comfortable." I apologized.

He just kept looking at me. With these eyes filled of something I couldn't put my eye on.

Then he kissed me.