”Are you okay?”

My doziness stopped when Elijah asked me. I looked at his face . He touched my hand that’s touching the ladle that’s mixing the soup I’m making for our dinner.

I look at my hand that’s being caressed by him.

”You’re shaking.” he uttered under his breath.

I chuckled awkwardly and let go of the ladle. He did the honor to do it. But I can still feel him glancing at me. Maybe wondering why I’m acting like this.

”Are you good? You’re hungry or ...