Kara's Home-Made Lunch

Kara stood by the bed and rubbed James's forehead gently.

Half an hour later, she was quite sleepy while he was still energetic and staring at her.

"Do you have a headache?" She asked worriedly.

"Why aren't you steaming?" He said disappointedly.

Kara rolled her eyes at him. She finally understood why Nolan had escaped.

A drunk James was such a difficult person to deal with.

She could only gently massage his head, hoping that he would behave more nicely when his headache was relieved.

James was comforted and moved his body so he could get as close as possible to her. His hair brushed her, making her feel itchy. She tried to move further from him when she was grabbed on her wrist.

"Focus!"

...

Kara gritted her teeth and glared at him.

Another half an hour had passed. Kara yawned and shook her sore wrists. When she looked down at James, she found that he had fallen asleep.

"James?" She called out to him softly, and he did not move.