KENDRICK POV
The scent of saffron was rich in the air, golden and earthy, clinging to my skin like heat. I stirred the risotto slowly, with the care of a surgeon and the patience of a sinner, watching the grains transform under my touch. Beside it, the roasted asparagus had turned the perfect shade of blistered green, kissed with lemon zest and garlic confit. I slid another pat of butter into the pan. Silky. Decadent. Seductive.
Just like her.
I didn’t wear much.
Well—technically I wore something.
An apron. That’s it.
And judging by the way her pupils blew wide the moment she stepped into the apartment, I could confidently say it had been the right decision.
The look she gave me—eyes wide, mouth slightly parted, heat staining her cheeks—went straight to my co.ck. No point in hiding
