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Her shoulders slumped and she looked down. This would be the first time someone had fed her since she was a baby. Storm didn't know if she could deal with him feeding her, her getting used to it, and then him leaving her.
All these little things he thinks are going to help her heal may just break her when he leaves.
She loved the way he just took control and told her what she was doing. That was something she craved throughout her life but growing up sick all the time, Storm's parents practically gave her everything she ever wanted. Well, within reason and with the money they had it was little, but she had everything.
Her parents made sure she wasn't spoiled and while she got into trouble several times, resulting in her getting punished, they didn't tell her no very often or that she was going to do something whether she liked it or not.
It was like a breath of fresh air when Miles told her he was going to feed her and that was that. But at the same time, everything in her wanted to argue and tell him no, she wanted to feed herself and that was how it was going to be. She wanted to push those limits, but she didn't know if he would accept her pushing or not, especially since he wasn't her Daddy.
Storm watched as Miles got a spoonful of the chicken noodle soup and started to blow on it. She watched in fascination as he checked the temperature with his lips before looking at her.
“Just perfect,” he said. “Open up.”
She opened her mouth and he fed her the spoonful. Delicious flavors burst through her mouth as she started to chew on the noodles and bits of chicken pieces.
She couldn't remember the last time she’d had chicken noodle soup that tasted this good. Normally it was watery tasting or didn't have many noodles or chicken pieces at all. This tasted absolutely delicious, and she couldn't wait for the next bite.
Storm opened her mouth, silently asking for more. Miles chuckled and fed her another spoonful of the soup.
“Does it taste good?” he asked.
She slowly nodded her head, trying not to make her headache worse than it already was. It was so yummy.
“I’m glad. It was my mother’s recipe. Normally I make the chicken stock, but I didn’t have time so I just used chicken stock from the store and added my own flair to it,” he said.
Storm needed to get the recipe from him. She didn't know if she could make it with the little money she had, but maybe it didn't cost a lot. She highly doubted it though because, from the clothes he was wearing and the way he acted, he seemed to have a lot of money.
Something she didn’t have.
Miles continued to feed her, taking bites in between hers.
“Do you know how to cook other things?” she asked.
She wondered if he did because if he could make chicken noodle soup taste this amazing, she wanted to see what else he could make. Miles smiled and nodded his head.
He brought the spoon up to her mouth and fed her a bite as he started talking.
“I do. Before I left home, my mom made sure I knew how to cook. She said my future wife would love it.”
Her gut twisted at the mention of his future wife. She didn't like that he wasn't seeing her as his future wife.
Storm's eyes went wide at the thought. Did she want to be his future wife? Where had that thought come from? It wasn't like her to think about these things, especially with someone she had only known for a few days.
She couldn't deny she had an attraction toward him, but he wasn't hers. And it didn't seem like he was interested in her at all, either. He’d said he was going to take care of her until she got better and then he was going to leave. Maybe he was taking care of her out of an obligation since Hedda was the one who’d dragged her to his birthday party.
Maybe she should tell him to leave, but she knew he wouldn’t go anywhere. He had made it very clear he was here to take care of her. Not that she could do anything about it. While she was sick and weak, he was also taller than her by at least ten inches and outweighed her by a lot. Miles could do anything to her and the only thing she’d be able to do would be scream.
That thought scared her but at the same time, she knew he wouldn't do anything. She felt comfortable around him and knew Hedda wouldn't be friends with people that hurt women. Or at least she thought that. After looking at the men at his birthday party, she didn't know if they were good or not.
She kept telling herself she shouldn't judge a person by how they looked, but it was hard. They all gave the appearance of thugs, like people who didn't do good things, but maybe in reality they were super sweet and just had rough pasts or childhoods.
Storm had wanted to ask Hedda several times about it but after getting sick, she just didn't have the energy. But she wondered who these people were and why Hedda was hanging around them. Maybe she’d ask Hedda when she felt better.
“Do I want to know what you were just thinking?” Miles asked.
“No,” she whispered.
“Last bite.”
