DelilahI padded down the stairs after my showering twice at Elias’s insistence. My fingers trailed along the railing as I admired the pictures on the wall.“Did you shower twice?” Elias called out.“I did,” I answered, stepping off the bottom step.“You still smell like them,” he replied, voice low in a way that wasn’t angry, but possessive.I rolled my eyes, and the wood floors warmed my bare feet as I turned the corner into the kitchen. The smell of umami, garlic, and something rich and slow-simmered made my stomach growl.Elias was at the stove, sleeves pushed up, and brow furrowed in concentration. I came behind him and glanced over his shoulder. He was cooking ramen. Not the poor college kid instant noodle ramen, but honest-to-God ramen with broth made from scratch, pork belly, soft-boiled eggs, and seaweed.I blinked repeatedly until he finally spoke.“I hope you’re hungry.”“I’m starving. I was just chased through the woods by a maniac wolf.”“I had your consent,” he reminded m
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