I swipe the fork from Jo and take a bite. As soon as I do, I nearly choke. I spit my bite out on the plate. The eggs taste bitter and herbal. They’re absolutely nasty. Jo’s trying to choke back a laugh, her face growing red. “What the fuck?” I cough. “Special ingredient?” “Fuck off,” I snatch the plate away, slightly hurt and embarrassed. “Hey, I liked it.” Jo puts her hand on my arm. I pull away from her, cheeks burning. “No, I mean it.” Jo scoots forward on the bed and grabs my jaw, pulling my face toward her. “You made it for me. That means everything.”
MY HEART PLS
