Chapter 10

I TURNED around and took a deep breath. I don't know why am I feeling this way. Something in me that wasn't there before.

When I got there, he was sitting in front of a smoking bowl of soup. He looked at me when he felt my presence.

"I don't understand why some people waste their food," he said and started scooping his spoon from the bowl. He glanced at me. "I know you don't want to eat. So I'll finish this all by myself." Before he opens his mouth and eats, he blows on the hot food. He even closed his eyes and chewed slowly. "This is quite nice. It's especially good with boiled eggs. There are sesame oil and fried garlic, too." He snorted again and swallowed quickly.

Disgusted, I walked towards the fridge to get some water. Cold water will suffice my hunger. It might even help me ease up my cranky head because I want to strangle him and at the same time, sit on his lap at this very moment. What am I thinking!

"Ah... it's delicious..." he asserted.

Damn him! Why is he acting like that? I took the liquid into my mouth. I brought the glass and carried it to an empty chair next to Xylon.

Right, Miranda. You're a masochistic hungry animal! And you even dare yourself to sit next to him and watch him devour his food!

Xylon was still holding the spoon and his eyes were teasing me. He enjoyed it and nibbled his food slowly. I swallowed hard when he tasted his lower lip while looking at me.

Damn! This man is provoking me. There is an unfamiliar feeling inside me and I felt more thirsty. When I looked at my glass, it was already empty.

Before he could scoop the spoon into the hot food again, I immediately snatched it from him. I saw the shock from his face, but I didn't care anymore. Damn it! I'm really hungry. The truth is that I despise deprivation. I eat and take care of myself regardless of whether I have a major problem or whether my heart is breaking.

I suddenly took the bowl away from him and scooped up the spoon to feed myself. Sh*t! This is so good! Jeez! I hate to say that Xylon is a really great cook.

"Hey! That's mine!" he scolded me, his eyes widening in surprise.

I chose to ignore him. I ate the food. I'm no longer concerned with anything around me. Aside from the manly scent coming from him. Sh*t!

"Aren't you afraid? That spoon came out from my mouth. Then you'll use it and put it in yours? What if it's dirty?"

He's so irritating. I'm losing my appetite!

"You've kissed me and sucked my tongue. You've licked almost every part of my body, and now you have the face to speak to me in that manner?" I growled at him, even though my mouth was full.

His face flushed. I was taken aback by what I said. It was like reminiscing again what we had. Great. Really great, Miranda!

Just a few mouthfuls and the bowl was almost empty when I heard him cleared his throat. "Softy," he called me.

"What?" I was pissed while chewing.

"That hot broth... is delicious. Especially when swallowing it slowly. I wish you have said it right away. That you want to sip a soup. I wish we had done that last night."

"What are you saying?" I looked at him with my brows furrowed. The spoon is still in my mouth.

"I said, we could have done something. You're Softy and I'm Soupy. Then maybe... I have given you the privilege to swallow my hot, sticky soup last night. I'm sure you'll enjoy it." He even winked at me.

Beast! He is a beast! I wanted to pour this broth on his handsome face! Jeeerk! This Xylon is pissing me off!

"Pervert!" I shouted at him as I stood up. I turned around to leave him.

"Hey, wait," he stopped me.

"What now?" I asked with relief in my belly. I couldn't believe I was able to finish the food that quickly.

He gave me the empty bowl. My forehead furrowed. 'What does he want me to do? Hit him with this bowl? I'm more than happy to do so.'

"Uhm... Are you just going to leave your empty bowl here? I was the one who cooked. Are you expecting me to also wash your dishes? Wash that!" He also moved and then turned his back on me.

I was dumbfounded!

I gaped at the empty bowl Xylon gave me. For the first time in my life, I washed a piece of a bowl crying for reasons I couldn't explain. It's not like I haven't washed my dishes before. But the feeling that he left me was so confusing and all I wanted to do is cry and pity myself.

I don't know how long I'm going to get mad at him. That beast!