Thirteen

Delinda kept putting food in Sylvia's bowl and soon the food in her bowl had piled up . Sylvia did not refuse her kindness and eat the food without complaint.

Delinda felt more satisfied the more she looked at Sylvia, the more satisfied she was. The fact that she was not a picky eater also made her likable.

She looked at her with satisfaction in her eyes.

Sylvia's skin prickled as Delinda's eyes locked onto hers, the warmth in their depths making her shiver.

Sylvia's cheeks flushed a deep pink, her eyes dropping to the floor as she fumbled with her words. "Uhm… is there anything wrong?" She asked.

"No!" Delinda said she cleared her throat softly when she realized how agitated sounded.

She was searching for her neck to see if she would see even one love bite but she was disappointed when she didn't see any.

After breakfast, Sylvia stood up to leave the house. She was already running left for work. Delinda held her back.

"Are you in a hurry?" She asked.

"Yes, I am going to work," Sylvi