"What are your plans for dinner?" Rhodes's gentle voice asks me after a moment of silence, his forehead still pressed against mine. He has to bend his head down and I have to stretch on my tippy toes to achieve this position.
"Not sure, I'll see what I have in the fridge." It's at this moment when I realize I've completely forgotten to do a good shop. I was going to do it yesterday with Poppy, but I got distracted. I picked up some stuff, but none of it is going to taste anything resembling a meal if I throw it all together.
Rhodes rubs the sides of my hips gently. I don't know why it feels so good, but it just does. "You have to make sure you do eat, darling, you're far too skinny." I don't know quite how to respond to that. I feel the complete opposite way about my body than he does. I always feel so frumpy and lumpy, I have squishy areas in all of the wrong places, I'm never quite happy with my body.
"Let's go check your food situation." Rhodes releases his hold on my hips and moves quickly out of my bedroom and strides into the kitchen. I trail behind him slowly and lean against the doorframe as he opens my fridge and stares into the nothingness.
"Where is your food, love?" he asks, shutting the fridge and pulling open all of the cupboards in search of food. I've definitely done that before; looking for any morsel of food throughout my entire house because my paycheck hasn't come through yet. I watch as he places both of his hands on the countertop and looks up at me, having come up empty-handed.
"Darling, you have no food. No, wait that's not completely true; you have a packet of two-minute noodles, half a lemon, and a Red Bull. Why the hell do you have no food?" His voice is stern but he doesn't seem to be angry with me, it might be coming from a place of concern.
"I just haven't had time to shop for food yet, I do eat, I promise." I try and give him a soft smile in an attempt to lighten his mood. He shakes his head, not working apparently.
"Come on, I'm going to make you dinner. But I can't use your kitchen so we're going back to mine." He doesn't take no for an answer as he strides over towards the door. I don't even have enough time to mumble an excuse, so I pick up my bag and my keys and follow after him as I lock my door.