Go to the Dance with me!

Derek's point of view:

I walked into the kitchen and leaned against the door, my hands folded as I stared at Ronnie.

She was cooking supper, and the aroma of the food made my stomach growl.

She was dressed in an apron, bumshorts, and a t-shirt that clung to her curves, accentuating her shape.

Her hair was held up in a bun, and I watched as she moved around the kitchen, humming to herself.

My eyes went up to her neck, and I saw the love bite that Golden boy had placed on her.

My eyes narrowed, and I cleared my throat, causing Ronnie to turn back to me.

Our eyes met, and I could see the annoyance in hers before she returned to what she was doing.

"Dinner would be ready in an hour," Ronnie said, her tone clipped. "Go to your room and wait."

I walked into the kitchen and took the knife. "Why don't I help you cut the cabbages?"

Ronnie grunted a reply, and we worked in silence until I spoke up. "I don't like the attitude you've been putting on these days, Ronnie."

"What attitude? I've