Their Serenity (A Reverse Harem)
Emotionally, spiritually, logistically—she’d rearranged my spice rack last week, and I didn’t even mind.
“You didn’t turn the heat down when you added the milk,” she murmured, not looking at me, but reaching around anyway to adjust the burner. Her fingers brushed my arm, her tone going strict, which only made it more attractive. “Scorched the bottom. Again.”
“I meant to do that,” I lied, absolutely shameless, barely biting down a grin.
She snorted, flicking me with a spoon. “You also meant to give Alexei and Jade mullets with your ‘barbering skills.’ Let’s stop pretending we know how to do things.”