Rafael's eyes narrowed, and a mix of concern and confusion flashed across his face. He placedthe glass on the table.“You don’t have to worry about him. He’s a man I trust with my life.” Amara took a deep breath, her voice shaky as wondered if she told Rafael what he did, would he believe her over his best friend? She bit her tongue, deciding to not tell him anything andgrabbed the medicine from the bedside table and gave it to him.
“Here, have some Advil, I’ll make hangover soup for you.”
Rafael watched her with his keen eyes. She looked exhausted and seemed like she woke up the whole night for him. It reminded him of times when he’d come back home drunk and she would tend to him even though he always pushed her away. But now, he liked her like this. It gave him a false hope that everything would be good in his favor.
And a part of him felt sorry for her. She deserved better, but the selfish part of him did not want her to have anyone else except him. He wanted to be the only one for her. In seven skies and depths of oceans. He wanted to be hers.
“Thank you.” He smiled gratefully at her. Amara smiled back grabbed the glass and walked out. Her limbs were sore. And so was her back. But she quickly went to the kitchen and took out the vegetables and noodles. There was leftoverchicken in the fridge so she diced it nicely with vegetables and boiled the noodles in a single pot.
Adding some tofu and sesame seeds on top, she let the soup simmer while she made bread toast for him.
Her mind was completely forged with what happened last night, and she still felt shivers running down her spine thinking about that. She shook her thoughts away and focused on the task at hand.
While Amara was in the kitchen, Rafael groaned getting up from the bed. His head throbbed. The morning light infiltrated the room, casting a harsh glow intensifying the throbbing pain behind his temples. As he cautiously opened his closed lids once again, the room seemed to waver ever so slightly, the blankets feeling heavy. Every movement sent discomfort through his body, as he wondered why he drank so much.
“Fuck!” Rafael grumbled. His mouth was dry, a parched sensation as if he had swallowed cotton balls. A bitter taste lingered, a cruel reminder of the party Abigail forced him into.
The dull ache in his head was exacerbated, and a wave of nausea swept over him.
He slowly got himself up and stumbled to the bathroom. The cold water washed his sleep away and cooled his head as he took off his clothes and bathed.
After fifteen minutes, he was feeling a bit better, but the throbbing sensation was too much. He brushed his teeth and changed into clean clothes. And wore his cologne.
Amara entered Rafael's room, a tray in her hands carrying a steaming bowl of hangover soup. The warm aroma of the broth filled the air, creating a comforting atmosphere. Rafael, still nursing the remnants of ahangover, looked up as she entered, his eyes squinting against the light.
She said softly.“I thought you might need something to ease the hangover of last night.” Rafael managed a smile, sitting on the bed. He watched as she gracefully walked, the way herhips moved and her eyes lowered. He felt his heart fluttering at her sight.
She placed the tray on his bedside table and perched on the edge of the bed. The gentle concern in her eyes spoke volumes as she observed his condition.
She grabbed the bowl and placed it in his hand.“I made some bread toast and chicken noodle soup.”
Rafael just couldn’t take his eyes off her, as he absent-mindedly scooped the soup almost spilling it over the sheets.“How do you know I drink chicken soup for hangover?”
He asked savoring the delicious taste. He was amazed that the taste of her cooking was still sane before she lost her memories. The same sweetness and tenderness.
Amara's expression softened, and she reached for the toast, placing it in the soup.“It just… came naturally to me. I guess, it’s saved in my memories.”
Rafael raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “I’m glad. So, I believe you also remember that you used to feed me also.”
Amara’s eyes widened.“Wh-what?”
Rafael bit his inner cheek. Of course, he was lying. He never let Amara feed him. But now he wanted her to feed him. So, he played along.“Of course, you used to feed me with your own hands. I’d appreciate it if you feed me now too.”
He pouted and Amara swallowed hard. Hesitating for a moment she glanced at him. His eyes were hopeful and his lips pulled in a pout. Unable to resist his puppy eyes, she let out a defeated sigh.“Alright, I guess.”
Amara scooped up a spoonful of the steaming broth and gently brought it to his lips. The warmth of the soup was soothing, but Rafael felt the warmth seeping through his mouth to his toes.
As she fed him with tinted cheeks and shy eyes, he admired her. So beautiful. So elegant. Just looking like an Angel.
As she continued to feed him, he continued to admire her.
Amara unconsciously raised her head and their eyes locked for a moment; a quiet intensity filled the room. Rafael completely captivated by the depth in her eyes, admired the subtle beauty that time seemed to enhance. His heart was not in his control anymore as it threatened to escape his rib cage.
Even the sky desired to come and bow at her feet, he wanted to give her such beautiful moments. He wanted to be drenched with her. Forget everything and just remember herandher.
CHAPTER 24
The warmth of the soup had not only comforted his body but had stirred something deeper within him, something he couldn't quite put into words. He watched Amara, her shy eyes and tinted cheeks only added to her ethereal beauty. The admiration he felt for her swelled in his chest, making it difficult to breathe.
