Chapter eighteen (we begin with friendship)

I opened my eyes slightly and Stark's face was right there. His eyes were fixed on me.

So tenderly, he moved closer to my face.

Now he is staring right at my lips again, the same way he did last night.

"Stark?" I said and sat up in my bed.

I laughed at my foolishness when I realized that my mind was playing tricks on me.

I got up from bed and into the bathroom to wash off my face.

My bedroom already had it's own bathroom, so I didn't need to go out of my room in search of a bathroom.

Actually, all the rooms have their own bathroom.

A walked out of the bathroom once I was done and went down the stairs into the living room, still in my nightgown.

What's that smell?

It's smell so good.

My tommy rumbled as I inhaled the aroma coming from the kitchen.

I followed the smell with my eyes closed. Like a hungry puppy, I walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning." Stark greeted and I snapped o