After his brazen kiss that left her weak in the knees, Zee found herself back inside the house, walking beside him.
“So what are you going to eat?” she asked as they were about to climb the stairs.
He paused and looked down at her, a smirk forming across his lips. “What are you going to prepare?”
“Toasted bread with egg and coffee or tea.”
“That sounds nice. I’ll have tea. Make the egg fried, please.”
“Okay.” She responded and turned, her direction towards the kitchen, but he held her hand and pulled her back beside him. Her eyes met his in confusion.
“Where are you going?” he asked, one eyebrow, arched. Whenever he did that, Zee found him scary and cool at the same time. It was intimidating.
“To make the food?” She answered with uncertainty, his questioning, disorganizing her mind.
