12. Broken hearts

“Henry!” A scream awakens Henry.

Henry staggers and rolls out of bed.

“Who's that? What happened?” He asked as he furrows his curvy brows, he strode out of his room with a gun in his arm.

“Oh, thank goodness you are here. Now come and have dinner before it gets cold. I made pasta specially for you.” Bianca chimed, leading Henry to the dining hall. Henry followed her with his mouth wide open.

“You screamed my name just for me to have your trash? You woke me up from my deep slumber. Well, I'm not hungry. I am not ready to be fed poi..” Henry rasped, his stomach grumbles interrupted him. Henry sighs as his eyes met Bianca's lit eyes, her smile is so dreamy. Henry blinks, moving his gaze away from desirable Bianca.

He took a seat, grabbing a fork.

Bianca sat closer to him. She took another closer look at his unbuttoned shirt that was exposing his biceps and muscular chest.

“I… I love you!” Bianca blurted out, drooling over his muscular body.

“Hmm? what's with this weird lady?” A smile crep