Junior Boyfriend Paying Off His Debt To Me

9

Breakfast was exquisite and sumptuous.

It still did not look as mouthwatering as the man sitting across the table from me.

Unfortunately, I couldn't eat him up.

Although he had regained his aloof posture after sobering up, Carl's shimmering eyes had betrayed him. He was waiting to be praised.

But I buried my head in my food and pretended not to notice.

Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer. Carl cleared his throat, lifted his chin, and said, "I was up late, so I made this in a hurry."

He hinted at me to praise him.

"Hmm," I nodded, "it's okay."

I had so much that I was already full.

Obviously, it was not the answer he wanted. Carl gritted his teeth and stared at me for a long time. Seeing that I wasn't going to stop eating, he lifted his chin again and asked tentatively.

"Are you angry? Did I tell you something after I got drunk yesterday?"

I choked on my coffee and wiped my mouth. "No."

"I'm not angry. You didn't say anything last night."