His Ghost (Ghost Series Part 1)

Chapter 24

Lia

I prepare myself a late breakfast, since I woke up around 9 this morning. Blake did not wake me up, like he said he would, so I overslept. I'll get him back for that, that's for sure.

"You want something to eat?" I turn to Blake as I take out food from his fridge.

"I've already eaten." He replies with a small smile on his face, his icy blue eyes following my every move.

"Okay, then."

I make myself a ham sandwich and a bowl of fruit salad. I clean up everything before getting ready to eat. It's a habit of mine. I place the plate and bowl on the table opposite to Blake, but he pulls them to him before tugging on my hand. He pulls me to sit sideways on his lap, earning an eye-roll from me.

"Blake." I groan.

"I'm not doing anything." He smirks at me.

"Let me sit on a chair. I want to eat in peace." I try to get up, keyword – try, but his arms around my waist are unmovable.

"I'm way more comfortable to sit on." I snort unladylike at this. I give up, not wanting to rip my stitches.

I pick up a piece of peach from my bowl, almost choking on it as I see Blake's hand take my sandwich and take a huge bite of it. I scowl at him, annoyed.

"Blake!" I whine.

"What?" He mocks my tone. "I got hungry."

"You could've told me you wanted a sandwich." I admonish, popping a grape in my mouth.

"Would you make me one?" He grins cheekily.

"I would." I tell him honestly. "This is the first and last time you get away with this. Never steal my food." I warn him sternly. I'm extremely protective of my food.

"I'll make it up to you, okay? How about I take you out for dinner?" He sounds apologetic as he sees me furiously stab a strawberry with my fork.

"Add ice cream to that and we have a deal."

"Done. I didn't want to get you mad, baby." He rubs my back as he leans his chin on my shoulder. Now I feel bad for snapping at him. He doesn't know why I'm like this.

"I know you didn't. It's just that... I don't like sharing my food. After my parents abandoned me, I was living on the streets for a while, surviving on scraps. I appreciated anything I could get my hands on, so I am really possessive of my food. Old habits die hard, I guess."

I feel Blake's hold on me tighten considerably as his mind registers what I said.

"You lived on the streets? You mean you were homeless?" The crease between his eyebrows deepens in worry as he speaks.

"For almost a year. I wasn't put in the system, since no one knew about my parents leaving me." I say, turning back to my food.

"How did you survive out there for so long?" He quietly asks.

I shrug. "I don't know, I just lived day after day."

He kisses my shoulder then puts his chin back on it. He keeps staring at me while I eat, analyzing my every move.

"Stop staring. I'm going to choke on something." I try to ease some of his tension, but his smirk tells me I've chosen my words wrong. "Not a word, Blake. Not. A. Word." His chest rumbles with laughter.

"How did you know what I was going to say?" I give him a deadpan look.

"You got that look in your eye when you smirked at me. Besides, I've heard the way you and the guys joke around. I'm not deaf." I say. "But good job on keeping your mouth shut." I grin and pat his cheek, offering him the last strawberry.