Jas.
“Looking for something, Jasmine?” A voice asked, startling me so bad I almost jumped out of my skin. I straightened up from the fridge and turned towards the kitchen door to see Zane standing there.
He was slouched against the doorframe, a towel draped around his broad shoulders. His skin shimmered with a thin glow of sweat, his hair damp, and he still looked flawless.
“You don’t have much food.” I said, looking over my shoulder as I gestured to the fridge. I had come downstairs to look for something to cook but was disappointed at the fact that nothing was really there in the fridge to rustle up.
“I have no idea how to cook. I do takeout mostly, or my housekeeper leaves me something.”
“Oh, I see. Well, it's a good thing I cook.” I said. I ignored his sarcastic tone. “I can kee
