FREYA POV
I followed Steve into the kitchen, my bare feet padding softly against the wooden floors.
Steve didn’t say much as he moved around, pulling open cabinets. He grabbed a loaf of bread that looked a little stale, some cheese from the fridge, and a couple of apples, he slapped the bread and cheese together, doing everything smoothly, I stood at the doorway watching him, leaning against the frame, my arms crossed over my chest to hide how my heart was still racing from everything—
He slid the plate toward me across the counter without looking up. “Eat.”
Sounds more like a command, even when he was trying to be gentle. I hesitated for a second, my stomach growling again like it was betraying me on purpose. I sat on one of the rickety stools and picked up the sandwich, taking a sma
