Salvatore’s POV
“Darling, have breakfast.”
“Nah I’ll skip.”
“You have never skipped breakfast.” Her arms folded with a frown layered on her pretty face.
“Well I feel a bit sick.”
“Sick?” Her brows draw up in worry. Her palm pats my forehead, neck and chin. “You look alright but how do you feel?”
“Carelessly, recklessly, and...