Lira’s POV
“I’ll clean the mess,” I finally said to Damian after a long pause where we just stared at each other.
The air between us was warm and awkward, it was almost like we’d been caught doing something we shouldn’t. My cheeks were still hot from earlier.
“I’ll help you,” he said, in a calm voice.
I walked over to the half-burnt chicken, the buttery smell was now mixed with a sharp bitterness.
Damian joined me, pulling a roll of tissues from the counter. He carefully wrapped the blackened pieces while I stood beside him, rinsing the greasy pan.
Once he finished, he took the bundle out to dispose it. I exhaled quietly, shaking my head at myself. It was too late to order food now, so I needed to come up with something fast.
I glanced around the kitchen, thinking of a simple but
