I stood in the wide kitchen, my sleeves rolled up, watching Teiran tip flour into a mixing bowl.“You’re staring again,” he said without looking up.“I’m supervising.”Xaden, on my other side, measured out sugar with precise movements. “You’re distracting.”The three of us had somehow ended up attempting a cake. I wasn’t entirely sure how the decision had been made, only that Teiran had declared the mansion “needed something sweet,” and Xaden had silently started pulling ingredients out like he already knew the recipe by heart. Now there was flour on the counter, and a stick of butter softening nearby.Teiran pushed the bowl toward me. “Come on. Use your hands. It’s better that way.”I hesitated, then sank my fingers into the mixture. The dough was soft and slightly sticky. Teiran reached in as well, his hand brushing mine as we folded the ingredients together. Xaden moved behind me to preheat the oven, his chest briefly pressing against my back as he passed. “You’re doing it wro
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