“You didn’t eat breakfast.” Zique leaned against the counter, watching the omega as she munched on an apple. “Why?”

“I-I...I wasn’t hungry.”

“And yet you’re shoving that apple down your throat as though you haven’t eaten in a week.”

“Well that...” Kiara looked down at the last apple she had. He wasn’t lying, she finished them all in nothing but a minute. “I...t-they taste nice.”

“Right...” In order to not insult her, Zique left it at that. Damion had sat him down and lectured him properly when she had left earlier. He was to treat her nice, not call her weak, not call her disgusting. He was to compliment her —though that was something he would never do even if his life depended on it, and right now his life depended on it— and he was to make her fall in love.

No matter how hard he looked at it, that was the only thing he could do to live, but how in heaven’s name would he be able to pull through?

It took everything in him to just peel her three damn apples and it took even more to sp