(Celine's POV)
As I got out of the kitchen, Jace was already seated at the dining table like a king waiting for me to get out.
I tried not to look at his face as he had taken his bath and he looked more charming. His masculine chest was slightly visible through the white pajamas that he wore.
He sat there salivating as he hungrily looked at me like I am food, watching me stroll out of the kitchen to join him.
I had almost lost my hold of the tray containing the hot pounded yam that I had made.
As I got to the dining table, I set the tray down, and sat next to Jace.
However, his gaze returned to the meal and he asked, "Did you truly prepare these? They are my favorites?"
I smiled, feeling my heart flutter at his warm words.
I wanted to tell him that cooking was a hobby for me. But I
