Theodore
Walking into the kitchen, I jump to sit on the marble surface, regretting my decision instantly.
I groan, pleasure shooting through me with the pain and making me question my sanity.
Well, I figured I was gone a long time ago.
Nathanael's deep chuckle makes me shudder pleasantly, and I look at him, wiping the corners of my mouth instinctively as I fear I would be drooling.
He is standing in the kitchen shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low on his waist, causing him to look even more appealing as whatever he is cooking on the stove.
“It’s just scrambled eggs. The crispy chicken is done already,” he explains, amused, clearly in a good mood because of my thoughts.
Sexy jerk.
“It smells amazing,” I get down from the counter, peaking into the pans around him, taking adva
