Kai sat propped up against a mountain of pillows, looking far too pleased with himself for a man who had been knocking on death's door only days earlier.
"Open up," Jessica said, holding the spoon toward him. "Come on."
Kai grinned, deliberately turning his head at the last second so the spoon missed. "Only if you say please, my future wife."
Jessica narrowed her eyes, though the corners of her mouth twitched. "I will drop this porridge on your head, Kai. Don't test me."
"Oh no, I'm terrified," he teased, batting his lashes dramatically. "My big, scary soul bond is threatening me with breakfast. Whatever shall I do?" He scrunched his nose. "You can't even be romantic for once. You're supposed to kiss me with each spoon I eat."
She huffed and tried again, but he dodged once more, nearly sending the spoon flying. "You are impossible. I see you don't even want to be fed. So, eat it yourself."
