The Assassin
I tell him, flipping the steaks again and adding another pat of butter before grabbing the bag of now heated vegetables from the microwave.
I grab the pan with the steaks and put one on each of the plates that Ishir placed on the counter. Then I slice open the vegetables and pour half the bag on one plate and the rest on the other. Ishir wrinkles his nose.
“Vegetables?”
“Yeah, tiger, it helps you grow big and strong,” I say smirking at him as I put the pan in the sink. I yelp when I feel his hands on my hips, pulling my back to his front.
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