Are You Feeding Me

As Heath emerged from his room, clad in a bathrobe, Aurora was nowhere in sight. Recalling the blush that had painted her face just moments ago, he couldn't help but smile.

The door opened once again, and Aurora entered, carrying a tray of food. She set it on the table, her head bowed, then swiftly closed the door with a bang and dashed away.

Heath: "..."

On the tray was a bowl of porridge accompanied by several small dishes. It must have been Lysander's doing, advising a light diet, which led to these hotel-prepared meals.

Struggling with just one hand, Heath reached for a spoon and began to eat on the bed. As he did so, the door burst open again.

Aurora strode in, sat beside him on the bed, and took up the porridge. She stirred it carefully, then blew on it gently before bringing it to his lips.

Heath chuckled, "You're feeding me?"

Aurora glared at him, "Eat it or don't!"

He nodded, "I'll eat."

She fed him spoonful by spoonful. Heath obediently sat, watching her with a smile in his