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Looking at him, I am in awe. I cannot cook, not at all.

“I never see you cooking. Why?” He looks at me while mixing the food.

“I can't cook. We live on takeaways, restaurants and well, ready meals.” I can't help but laugh at it - me, Georgina and Liam cannot cook, yet here is Jackson, like a chef. How is that even possible? His eyes look up at me. He looks shocked.

“Seriously?” Yes, he certainly is in shock.

“Really, none of us can cook, so we just got used to eating what others cook and deliver.” It really isn't a big deal, yet he looks astounded by the thought. I can cook, just it always gets burnt. That is one thing Max hated. I would be so worried he wouldn’t be happy that I would mess up.

“You can't live like that, seriously. At some point, you will need to learn to cook. You can't exactly be healthy eating that junk.” He begins opening cupboards, serving up the food. He puts it on the plates, carrying them to the table. Sitting, we eat, his eyes on me the whole time. I can sense