I don’t know why; I just know I need a fix now.
However, I am a terrible cook. I mean, really shocking, honestly.
But I’ll make it work.
Sitting up in bed, I stretch my arms up over my head before climbing out of bed.
We’ve been here for a week now. And that man still won’t open up to me. It’s frustrating, but I’ll get there soon. I can tell I’m wearing him down.
I pad downstairs barefoot, in nothing but an oversized white tee that falls to mid-thigh.
Once I get to the kitchen, it smells faintly of coffee. Levi must have made some earlier, though, he’s nowhere to be seen now.
It’s only eight, how early did he get up?
I shrug to myself. At least I'll get five minutes of peace around here.
Tying my hair into a messy bun on top of my head, I move to rummage around the still unfamiliar pantry for everything that I’ll need.
Seeing a speaker in the corner of the living room I decide to connect my phone to play some music to set the mood – starting with ‘2 hands’ by Tate McRae. What a bop.
With the music now pouring out into the room, I get to work.
Adding all the ingredients into a bowl, I start to whisk them together while moving side to side to the beat of the music. I haven’t known peace like this in way too long.
“Are you trying to wake the whole lake with this racket?” I hear from behind causing me to whirl around, batter flying out of the bowl as I do.
I bring my hand to my chest. “Dude, are you trying to kill me? Make a sound, would you?”
So much for peace.
I really chance a look at Levi now. Standing tall at six-foot-one, his posture strong and confident complimenting his athletic physique. His dark brown hair is slightly tousled, clinging to his damp forehead. His moustache framing his upper lip, those bright blue eyes full of energy. The sweat glistening on his skin highlighting the hard planes of his body, his cheeks slightly flushed pink.
He looks like someone who’s just been on a run.
And now, I’m ogling.
Meeting his eyes, I note his slight smirk. “You like the view or something, Quinn?”
Instantly I snap out of whatever trance I’m in. Get it together, Scarlett.
“In your dreams, Carter.” I say as I roll my eyes before turning back to my pancake batter.
He’s silent so I speak up again. “Are you sure a run is good for your shoulder right now?”
He rolls his eyes at me, leaning his good side against the door frame. “God, you’re overbearing. You know that?”
I glance back at him over my shoulder, arching a brow. “Cut the attitude, Levi. It’s my job.” I turn back to the pancakes. “Are you going to go shower, or what? You stink of sweat.”
“Nah, I think I’ll wait to have some food first,” He saunters toward me, leaning over my shoulder and seeing the batter before retreating, “Pancakes sound so good right now.” He rubs a hand over his stomach.
“Be my guest.” I mutter before moving to grab a pan from the cupboard to use.
Levi takes a seat at the counter, watching me.
It’s unnerving. The way he looks at me so intently.
Once the pan is heated, I melt some butter before pouring my first lot of batter, hearing it sizzle.
