Jaden smirks, conceding defeat, and shoves his hands into his jeans pockets."I'm not home much, so I don't cook often. Follow me."The kitchen is small and immaculately clean with cream-colored cabinets, a refrigerator, a square table by the window, and a minimal amount of dishes."Sweetheart," I start, smiling and unable to resist a playful remark. "She's so...feminine."I've never been able to embarrass Jaden, and this time is no exception. His face remains calm, and his eyes are serious."Maybe she was waiting for you, Tasha.""You know perfectly well that I can't cook. You've seen my sandwiches.”"Who said you had to cook? You could just be here."Suddenly, I can clearly picture it: me sitting at this table wearing Jaden's T-shirt and holding a mug of coffee, him sitting across from me with a smile on his beautiful lips. The image freezes before my eyes like a paused movie frame, and no matter how hard I try to shake it off, it won't go away. What's happening to me? Is this how I
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