I grinned at his joke as I took a bite of the sweet potatoes. I hummed at their decadence. At the way they melted on the tip of my tongue.
I felt Hayden’s eyes on me and I swallowed the rest of my sounds. Along with the potatoes.
“Good?” he asked.
“Very,” I said.
“I’ll make a note to kiss the cook.”
I whipped my eyes over to him and saw a shadow of a grin playing upon his features.
“Technically, I should be the one kissing the cook if I’m the one that likes it so much.”
“I never said I didn’t like it.”
I watched him take a large bite of the sweet potatoes and he mocked my moan.
“Oh, so it’s going to be like that,” I said.
“Is there any other way to be?”
“Kind would be a nice start.”
The playful expression on his face fell before he took a forkful of his salmon.
“I’m not used to someone taking care of me.”
“Obviously,” I said.
“I’m not used to be threatened, either.”
“Well it got you here, so whatever works.”
“You could’ve asked nicely.”
“I’ve been doing that for days,” I said.
“No, you haven’t been asking. You’ve been assuming I would open up to you in time.”
“I shouldn’t have to assume you’d open up at all. I’m your nurse. Not your friend.”
“Yet here we sit, sharing a dinner like friends.”
“If you want, I can go eat in my room,” I said.
“Then how will you know I’m eating?” he asked with a grin.
I drew in a deep breath and closed my eyes.
“You really are a pain in the ass,” I said.
“And you really are easy on the eyes.”
I fluttered them open and looked over at him as he took another bite of his vegetables. Was this his idea of a joke? Or was he actually trying to flirt with me?
No. Hayden was definitely joking.
He had to be.