Chapter 78

"Your voice is awful-just zip it," Bellamy said with her lashes lowered, stuffing the spoon right into his mouth. Honestly, feeding him might be the only way to shut him up. But no luck. Fraser couldn't possibly let that one slide. He caught her chin and tilted her face up, grumbling with clear dissatisfaction, "Who are you calling annoying? I'm sick, you know. Can you at least try not to hurt my fragile feelings? And this oatmeal is nasty!" Bellamy didn't know what to say. She seriously considered turning the whole bowl over his head. How did she ever fall for someone this impossible to deal with? "Cut the drama and just eat," she all but snapped. Her patience was hanging by a thread. Fraser raised an eyebrow with a wicked grin, gesturing toward his mouth with a smirk. "Remember how I used to feed you oatmeal back in the day?" Bellamy froze. He seriously didn't just hint that she should feed him with her mouth, right? Ridiculous. Even lying in bed sick, his brain ran nonstop with nons