Meeting His Father NEOMy head was clearer when I woke up. Stretching, I reached out to touch Daniel behind me, but my hand only met empty space.Frowning, I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room, but Daniel was nowhere to be found. Only an empty bed stared at me. I slipped into my bathroom slippers and was about to take a quick pee when my door opened. Daniel entered, with a black apron on and a white long-sleeved shirt rolled to his elbows. The smell of freshly cooked food wafted to my nose, making me salivate. I couldn't tell whether it was the food that was making me salivate or the sight of Daniel’s bulging muscles holding the tray. “Hey…you’re awake,” he said, setting the food on the bed. “I figured you’d be really hungry…since you know you didn't eat anything last night.”My stomach growled loudly, and Daniel stared, making that ‘I told you so’ look. “Come eat.” He alternated between looking at the food and me. “I made it myself.”“Okay.” I scratched my head. “Give me
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