Jacqueline sat on the bed, freshly bathed and dressed in a clean set of clothes ones Damien had already bought for her long before she had even arrived here. The thought alone made warmth bloom in her chest.
So caring.
The door opened, and Damien stepped inside carrying a large tray piled high with food. He was dressed casually in gray sweats and a black T-shirt, his hair still slightly damp.
Jacqueline instinctively scooted back on the bed as he placed the tray between them. The moment her eyes landed on the spread, her mouth watered.
The food looked incredible.
"You cooked this?" she asked, clearly surprised.
"Some of it," he muttered.
He sat down across from her and began filling her plate, adding small portions of nearly everything on the tray. Jacqueline didn't object in the slightest she was far too hungry for that.
"I'm starving," she declared, rubbing her hands together before licking her lips as she eyed the food she was about to demolish.
Damien chuckled softly.
