Chapter Twelve

Airen's POV

Once the dishes were done I finished cleaning the kitchen by wiping off all of the counters. I then washed my hands and dried them on a kitchen towel.

"I know you're there," I said quietly to the darkness behind me. Everyone else had long since gone to bed or gone home. There was only one person who could be standing there watching me like a predator watching its prey. Which I guess was technically what was happening.

"I wasn't trying to hide the fact that I was." His deep voice came from the kitchen doorway.

I hung the towel on the oven handle and turned to face him. I crossed my arms and pinned him with a pointed stare.

"So now what il mio piccolo coniglio?" He said in flawless Italian.

"Well, now you can stop calling me your little bunny." I bit harshly.

He cocked an eyebrow at me.

"Oh? You speak Italiano Bella donna?"

"Enough."

"Perfetto."

"No, not perfetto."

"What's wrong?" He smirked as though he was amused by the conversation.

"Nothing's wrong, I just d