s i x t e e n

HAZEL

“Tell me what would you like to eat?” I asked, looking inside his fridge.

“You.” His voice dropped behind my ears and I couldn’t stop myself from holding my breath as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me a little closer to himself.

I felt his arousal against my back and all the dirty imaginations started flooding my mind.

“Anything that you’ll make.” He added, maintain a distance between us.

My mouth opens wide and I turn to him, catching a wide grin on his face. He knows. He fucking knows that how much impact he has on me.

“Spaghetti and roasted duck would be okay with you?” I asked, ignoring his grin.

“Princess, if not detective, you could’ve been a chef.” He replies, leaning over the kitchen’s counter.

“Don’t butter me up.”

“No worries. I can Nutella you up.” He crossed his hands over his chest and gave me a low smirk.

God!

He’s an ass.

Ignoring his remark, I indulged myself in cooking. And let me tell, this has to be my favourite scene. It always was though.