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!ED and smutty smuuut!
"Looking dashing as always" Theo greets as he plops on my bed next to me handing me a crumbled piece of paper.
I tilt my head in confusion and take the paper before opening it and straightening the note out to see the message.
"If a lemon Kissed a beet Is it sour Or is it sweet
If a bear Gives A hug Will it turn Into a rug
And then there's me And there is you I do sometimes wonder What will we do"
A wide grin plastered itself on my face. "You're so cute." I boop his nose playfully.
He looks bewildered at my description "Cute? no... Only for you though." He adds with a wink.
I roll my eyes and giggle. "How are you feeling, princess?" He grabs my hand to hold it.
It's been a little over a week since the incident and I've been held captive in a bed and pampered. He's taking his name for me too literally. The cuts needed stitches after further examination and have been healing nicely, but aren't fully scarred over. I've felt weak, dizzy, and very fatigued.
I have gained more and more energy to do things though, just I take a lot of naps which is hell for me. Too many nightmares, but they are all there to comfort me out of one.
"Like I can clean a kitchen," I say confidently.
He chuckled and shakes his head "I'll take that as energetic, how's your circulation?" He asks gently.
"You feel my hand? It's freezing, I'm pretty cold anyway." I answer
Theo looks at me sympathetically. "How about we go to the kitchen and make some food?" He offers.
I was about to decline but before I could he scooped me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
"Dude! Not you too" I yelp in surprise.
He laughs "Yup, me too." He says before moving us out of my room and down to the kitchen.
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"One more bite, princess." Theo pleads as he practically forced potato curry down my throat. It tastes like a godsend but I've been gaining too much weight, I can't see myself in mirrors but I still notice.
He looks deep in thought as he puts the spoon down and then gives me basically the same expression they wore when they saw the cuts.
Theo opens his mouth to speak but closes it and takes a deep breath. "Tell me, princess. How much do you weigh?" To which I stiffened.
