Hey guys,

Let me be honest here. If you won't review, I won't update.

If I put time and effort into this, I want to know that it's worth something, that the story is being read and loved. The only way I have to know that is via reviews.

A response to the single review for chapter 11:

Guest - Thank you so much :) I actually do this in every one of my stories and I really enjoy that too. Actually, when I saw I got no reviews on chapter 11 I was like - What? Ah, Okay. I won't start working on the next chapter until I get some reviews. And then, you came. So basically... this is all for you. Thank you and Love you.

Chapter 12

Amy woke up to a sound of ferment.

Rolling on the couch, her reddish-brown hair swept across her face, tingling it. She took it out and rose up, opening her green eyes and taking a moment to remember where she was.

But it was easier than she thought it would be, she remembered everything exactly, as if she was coming over to his place all the time and that was just ordinary.

She glanced at the kitchen, and saw him walking around, shirtless, making something to eat.

He looked so nonchalant; she had never seen him like that. It was as if he didn't mind the blue and purple bruises that were scattered around his back and probably his front too.

She bit a lip, just wanting for a second to erase all of them.

The bandages were still wrapped tightly around him chest and back, but he didn't look like he minded it much also.

She didn't know that for the first time for a long long time, Ian Kabra was actually in a good mood.

When he woke up that morning, about an hour before she did, he took a glance at her and felt his stress wear down.

His body was aching, his limbs were killing him, and he had to wrap the bandages even harder around himself because he started bleeding again during the night, but everything was fine.

She looked so beautiful, all wrapped inside the blankets. She was sleeping so peacefully.

Knowing he had some time until she woke up, he turned to prepare breakfast.

Eating well was one of the things He never compromised on. Making good food, healthy and tasty food was one of his passions. No way was he ever going to let junk into his system.

Stirring the pan, waiting for the eggs to be cooked, he started on cutting the bread and making some toasts. Obviously she was a sucker for sweets so he made some blueberry jam.

Why was he feeling so good? It almost scared him. But he couldn't think about it, not here and not now. He had to wait until she was gone.

He was so focused on his cooking and she was so quiet when she woke up, that he didn't even notice her staring at him before finally getting out of the couch.

She just... He looked so good and so focused, moving around fast, taking care of so many things at the same time.

When she pictured him with this big, white hat of a real chef, she blushed. Ian would definitely be a hot chef. His lips, his smile, his eyes... If he ever was to open a restaurant, it would definitely be a success merely because of his looks. And when it comes to food...

The same that rose from the kitchen was amazing. It was tomatoes, and eggs, and there was sweetness, and crispiness, and she just felt her belly roar.

When she finally got off the couch, he turned to face her, finally noticing she was awake. They exchanged looks for a moment, and she felt her pulse quicken as she felt him looking at her up and down.

He just couldn't help it - He had a bliss seeing her wearing his clothes, and especially this big dark shirt.

The tension between them faded away quickly, when she smiled at him and he smiled back.

Heart beating fast, all she could think about was that he could never know she was feeling that way. "Good morning," She smiled again as she reached the kitchen, taking a full inhale of the smell. He laughed.

"What are you making?"

"Breakfast" He turned to stir something, his tone was light, she noticed. He was in a good mood despite all those bruises.

"How are you feeling?"

He turned to face her when he heard the concern in her voice. Green eyes watched him in worry. "Oh, you're bleeding!"

"No, no," He hurried to calm her down. "I was bleeding again during the night, this is dry blood. Don't worry, I'm fine, it would only take a few days and then it would be all better."

She slowly nodded, before her eyes passed him and turned to look at the food. "Wow."

"Are you hungry?"

"Starving"

"Come on."

They managed the table together, and Amy wondered about how all this felt so natural. Fixing the table, having great food for breakfast. This all wasn't normal for her, but still.

When they finally sat down and she got to taste what he was making, she felt on cloud nine. "Oh my god, this is so good."

He smiled a happy smile. "I'm glad you like it." He said honestly.

"I've never eaten something like this before."

"Yea, it's a recipe I made. By the way, I figured you're probably into sweets - "

"I am." She laughed. "Very much."

He pushed a little plate covered in a dark jam to her. "Try this."

When she put the jam on the toast and tasted it, she closed her eyes, ravishing the taste. "That's heaven."

He laughed. "Blueberry jam."

"Also a recipe you made?"

"Indeed."

"You are so talented."

He put a spoon into his mouth, shrinking his brows. "Eating healthily and in orderly manner is important in my opinion."

"That's good, Sinead and I - We mostly eat snacks in the apartment. We are just too lazy to actually put our aprons on and make something edible to eat." She laughed.

He shook his head. "With me that just won't do. Snacks all the time? Really?"

She laughed again, feeling giddy all of a sudden. "All the time. Sinead prefers Cheetos cheese, and I prefer chocolate."

"Well, then enjoy the opportunity to eat actual food now." He chuckled, as he poured her and himself a glass of orange juice.

She sighed after she took a sip. "You know, I like it when there's no school."

He laughed. "Really? That's so unlike you."

"So we're talking about what's unlike us now?"

He laughed. "No, no. Let's not start again, please."

She giggled. "No, I mean I love school, really, it's just that with all these Cahill meetings, volunteering and exams, I barely have time for myself or for my friends."

What about your boyfriend?

There was nothing he wanted to ask more. Nothing. But he somehow knew the question would make her uncomfortable, and would only harm their good atmosphere right now. And he didn't want that.

But Amy did think about that. Taking another spoon full of tomatoes, herbs and eggs, she shrank her brows when she remembered she actually had a boyfriend.

Her a bit dorkish, charming boyfriend from home.

Her boyfriend, who was one hour drive away from her.

And still, it looked like the two hour drive that separated Ian and her did not prevent them from meeting.

"Everything is Okay?"

She raised her eyes to meet his goldish, concern ones. Suddenly, she felt so thankful to him. "Ian, thanks for letting me stay here, and thanks for the breakfast."

He looked surprised, brows narrowed. "My pleasure."

She sighed. "And... yes. I just... I have something to do at home, that's all."

Until the next time!

... Or not?