His hand, hindered by the injury, lacked nimbleness. Gently, Leonel cornered Alexis against the kitchen counter; another hand cradled the back of her head to prevent any escape. Their lips collided in a passionate kiss, entangling them both.

A sudden nip; Alexis had bitten his tongue.

Leonel paused, his obsidian eyes revealing a tumultuous storm of emotions as he gazed down at her.

Then, he fervently pleasured her, his lips and tongue driving her wild.

With his hand injured, he made sure to compensate with his mouth skillfully.

“Leonel,” she moaned his name. Desperate to redirect his attention, Alexis tugged his hair, trying to pull his head away. Despite that, underestimating his determination only deepened his drive as he continued to indulge her desires.

Following that intimate moment, Leonel sensually licked her lips, his voice a low murmur.

“Does it feel good?"

In a hoarse reply, Alexis confessed, "Not bad, but you'll have to release me now. The water's about to boil; I need to add the noodles."

Leonel refrained from pursuing further.

Instead, he fixed his gaze upon her for a while before heading out.

On the balcony, he sought solace in a cigarette, attempting to regain his composure.

Back at the hospital, he had convinced himself that he merely desired more time with her. However, lying to himself was futile.

He yearned for Alexis in both body and soul.

Ten minutes later, Alexis emerged with a steaming bowl of noodles, inviting him, "Come and enjoy some noodles."

Leonel shifted his gaze, noticing the way Alexis lowered her head; her slender, soft neck possessed a certain allure.

Taking a seat, he sampled a forkful of noodles.

They exceeded his expectations, a delicious surprise. He looked up and praised, "You're quite the cook, aren't you?"

Alexis nodded, modestly replying, "I only know how to make this."

Leonel contemplated, "If I stick around for a month, am I expected to have only this as my daily meal?"