Chapter 113 Craving a Man

It took a long while before Thalia finally suppressed her nervousness. Her voice came out hoarse as she said, "Bad." Tyren set the bowl of oatmeal on the bedside table and helped her sit up. He placed a pillow behind her back to make her feel more comfortable. "You should eat something first, then go back to sleep. I'm not going anywhere today. I'll stay home with you." He sat on the edge of the bed and fed her the oatmeal. They were too close. Thalia's mind was still trapped in last night's dream. Her cheeks flushed instantly. Although it had only been a dream, it felt far too real. Every scene struck her repeatedly. She couldn't stop recalling the images of them tangled together the moment she saw his face and his muscular figure. Tyren noticed how red her face was and reached out to feel her forehead. "Why are you burning up? Are you running a fever?" With that, he immediately set the bowl aside and got up to get a thermometer. Thalia grabbed his arm. "I'm not running a fever