NELINA
"Baby, I'm starving."
"Oh, I can't let my baby starve," Royce said, kissing me.
He got the bathrobe, wore it on me, and wrapped a towel on his waist before scooping me on his arms. I squealed out of surprise.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm taking you in the kitchen to have our second breakfast."
"Second breakfast? We haven't eaten since we woke up this morning," I said, narrowing my eyebrows in confusion.
"Seriously?" Royce said with a naughty smirk on his lips.
It was then that I got a hint of what he meant. I didn't know his mind could be that dirty sometimes. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Silly."
Royce replied with a chuckle.
"What do you want for breakfast, my love?" Royce asked as he put me on the chair.
"Anything, I'm starving."
"Well then, would you like a second serving of me?" Royce asked with a wicked smile on his lips.