For fuck’s sake, I liked hearing him call me that. I looked over at him, and he was staring at me like I was prey.
“You should probably wear something else today, or else I will be too distracted to help cook.” His voice was low—dark and seductive. What the hell was he doing to me? I looked down and nodded, then stood and slipped on a skirt.
“Better?” I asked, knowing that wasn't what he was referring to.
A slow smile tugged at his lips.
“Is this the game you want to play?” he asked.
I looked at him, his bare chest, before smirking innocently.
“Game? What game?”
He stood up and walked over to me. His finger came up and rested at the base of my throat and slowly traced it down. Then he moved, his hands grabbing a shirt from the floor and pulling it on.
“That’s less distracting.” He pulled me into him and hugged me.
I was convinced he could feel my heart pounding against his chest. As he pulled away, he kissed the top of my head. Maybe I was still dreaming. I glanced around the home, but it didn’t feel like I was sleeping.
“Let’s cook.”
I nodded as he grabbed my hand and brought me to the kitchen. My mind was blank as I stared at everything he brought home. He was standing directly behind me, his body barely touching me, and I could feel it everywhere.
“I don’t know how to cook, Elowyn, so you’ll have to lead.”
I nodded, but still didn’t move. After a moment, he turned to me so I was looking at him. His eyes swirled with red as he watched me. I took a step backward, and he followed. My back hit the edge of the counter, and Abe leaned forward, his mouth stopping an inch from mine.
“We need a knife first—right?” he asked, grabbing a knife from behind me, his lips ghosting against mine, but not touching them.
“Yes.”
He smiled as he nodded.
“Tell me what to do, Elowyn; you’re in charge.”
His words felt like they had a different meaning, and my cheeks heated.
“I’m not that good at this either,” I confessed.
“I’m sure you're very good at leading.”
His gaze met mine without flinching. Maybe I was still drunk, but I was sure he was flirting with me. My cheeks felt hot, and Abram’s eyes filled with amusement.Gods, heat rushed through me.
“Why are you blushing again?”
He was not flirting with me, and I needed to calm down.
“Um, here.” I shoved the vegetables at him, and his eyes shined with happiness at whatever he was seeing on my face. “I’ll handle the meat.”
He nodded but didn’t move back. I turned around and pretended not to notice the fire of his eyes on me. After a moment, he moved next to me and began cutting the vegetables. I tried to focus on the roast he got, but my eyes kept flickering over to where he was cutting vegetables like he knew exactly what to do.
His hands were large and made the carrots look miniature. But I couldn’t stop staring at the veins in his hands. My gaze moved from his hands, to his arms, to his bare chest, and landed on his face. He was already staring at me.
“Did I do this correctly?” He showed me his carrots and potatoes, but the look in his eyes made my stomach twist.
“Yes, you did very well.”
“Hmm, I like when you tell me I do a good job,” he said, voice low, gaze steady on mine.
