Chapter 15

"What did you cook?" I asked after getting dressed.

He lent me his unworn clothes and boxers.

"I thought we were going on a date?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You want to date me?"

I snorted. "Isn't it possible?"

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Aren't you afraid?"

I leaned on the table and stared at him.

"Do I have anything to fear?"

The corner of his lips rose up and he placed the pasta he was cooking on the plate. I'm hungry I haven't eaten well before.

"The last time, you were so afraid because you didn't want mom to know,"

I didn't answer. My stand is still the same. I don't want the attorney to know about me and Rod.

"And now, you can't speak?" he said challengingly, trying not to laugh.

I gasped when I saw the sparkle in his eyes.

"My cloth looks good on you," he said and brought the pasta to me. I raised an eyebrow at him. I could see the traces of my nip-les from his shirt.

He sat in front of me and he was smiling while watching me eat to what he cooked.

"Hmm.. Del