You slowly blinked your eyes open, groggy and barely aware of your surroundings. The first thing you saw was Thomas, half-naked, standing in front of you with a plate of food. His tattoos and abs caught your attention, momentarily making you forget your irritation. He smirked down at you, the one that always made you question if you were truly angry at him.

"Wake up, idiot," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm but soft enough to show a hint of something else.

You groaned, burying your face in the pillow. "I’m not an idiot. Just adjusting to the fact that you’re standing over me like an overbearing, half-naked whatever you are."

Thomas chuckled. "Overbearing? Please. I’m here to save you from your laziness." He lifted the plate of food. "This is breakfast, and it’s good. You’re welcome."

You tried not to smile. "Oh, I’m sure it’s amazing, coming from the CEO of the world’s most successful company. What’s next? A five-course dinner while you run a board meeting?"

He leaned down, lips brushing your ear. "Only for you, darling."

You shivered. "You’re ridiculous," you muttered, but the smile gave you away.

Thomas straightened up, the smirk still in place. "I know. But you love it."

Sighing, you sat up in bed. "You’re lucky I’m starving." But as you reached for the plate, Thomas grabbed your wrist, pulling you back gently.

"Not until you thank me," he teased, mock-serious.

You sighed, leaning back against the headboard. "Thank you... for feeding me, Thomas. Now, go put on a shirt so I can eat without being distracted by your ego."

He flashed a grin but didn’t move. "I’ll take the thank you, but the shirt? Not happening."

You groaned. "I’ll never win with you, will I?"

Thomas smiled, his mask of seriousness slipping as he leaned down and kissed your forehead. "Nope, but that’s why you love me."

And despite the constant bickering and tough exteriors, you had to admit—he was right. You did love him.