Zion started to cut the chicken, and with each inhale he smelled Maya sitting at the island. She smelled like sweet citrus, addictive and something he wanted to smell over and over again. He washed his hands before walking toward the pantry. Zion grabbed the spices and noodles he needed to finish off dinner.“Do you want a drink?” he asked, spreading his ingredients out over the side. “Sure.”He passed her a soda from the fridge. She took the can from his hands. Their fingers touched, and he didn’t want to let her go. Drawing his attention away from her, he started to cook.“Would you like some help? I love to cook,” she said, standing beside him. “You love to cook?”“Yes, and bake, but my hips protest a little to that.”She rested a hand on her hip.Staring down the length of her body, Zion couldn’t find a single reason to complain about the woman in front of him. She was sex on legs, and he wouldn’t change her for the world.“You’re perfect, and don’t let anyone else tell you otherw
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