RYNNELLE. "If this doesn't turn out nicely, I'm going to crash the fuck out." Zaylen laughed but I was being very serious. I hate when I decide to do something, and it turns out bad. Banana bread isn't something hard to make but if it doesn't turn out well, I might kill myself. "Gold, it's just food. It's not that serious." "Oh, yes, it is." I rounded up the final mixing and put it into the oven. "I decided to do this, so it has to be perfect." I washed my hands and left the kitchen, dragging Zaylen with me, obviously. It was our fifth month anniversary, and I just wanted us to do something simple. Like cooking together, and then we'll eat, and make love, and that was pretty much it. No need for Zay to buy a restaurant for the night. That was outrageous. "You just never listen." We sank into the couch. "So why do you keep telling me what to do?" I listened sometimes. He just shook his head and kissed my cheek. "You know, we can a
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