Another kind of hunger

RACHEL'S POV 

My eyes flutter open, my vision blurring into place, as I'm awoken to the familiar sound of Devon's voice calling my name. The door creaks open, and he walks in, a warm smile on his face and a tray of food in hand. His smile deepens as his gaze locks with mine. 

"Good, you are awake. I brought you breakfast." 

I come out of my blanket, reciprocating his smile as I sit up. 

"Morning Devon! I hope you slept well." He set the tray on top my laps, brushing out a lock of hair from my face as he planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. 

"Yeah! I did. I see you did too."

"It's kind of hard not to fall asleep in this soft bed!" I replied, stretching my arms far and wide as a yawn escaped my lips. He chuckled, nudging my attention towards the tray as he carefully sorted out the plates. 

"That's good. Come on, eat up!"