Lira’s POV
He winced a little as I dabbed the cloth over the burn, but he didn’t pull away.
Neither of us spoke. The kitchen was still full of smoke, but all I could focus on was his hand and how warm it felt under mine, i didn’t even know why I cared.
Damian, trying to cook for me? The thought sounded strange, almost unreal.
“You should’ve just ordered something,” I said finally, keeping my voice soft.
He gave a small shrug, with his eyes drifting toward the mess behind me. “I wanted to make you smile.”
The words landed somewhere I didn’t expect. My hands froze. I looked up at him, and for a second, our eyes met. They were unreadable, just blank. I couldn’t read his. He couldn’t read mine.
I swallowed and stepped back. “Well, nearly setting the house on fire wasn’t the way.”
He sm
