Chapter 74

Del's POV

After a few minutes of wiggling, I finally got Rocco to wake up. His eyes were bleary and exhausted, and I felt bad for making him get up immediately afterward.

“Let me grab some food, you can head up to bed,” I told him, squeezing his hand.

“I’m supposed to be feeding you,” Rocco mumbled, attempting to stand up. He stumbled and I ducked under his arm, grabbing him around the waist. His arm draped over my shoulders. “Thanks.”

“Yep.” I helped him over to the barstools and sat him down.

My stomach rumbled.

“I’ll grab food quick, and then help you up the stairs. You hungry?”

He shook his head that he wasn’t, but his eyes tracked me to the fridge, so I figured he was hungry.

Getting two plates together only took two minutes thanks to the casseroles someone had left in the fridge. Rocco carried one of the plates as we walked up the stairs, his arm over my shoulder and mine around his waist again.

I’d been planning on sleepin