Living with Nathan
Sebastian sat at the kitchen island, resting his chin on his palm as he watched Nathan move around the kitchen with ease. The scent of something delicious filled the air, and for the first time in a long while, Sebastian felt home.
“You know,” Sebastian’s voice was soft, yet filled with curiosity. “I never thought I’d see the day Nathan Hart would be in the kitchen, cooking.”
Nathan, standing by the stove, didn’t even look up as he casually flipped something in the pan. “And why is that?”
Sebastian smirked. “Because you’re lazy.”
Nathan let out a short chuckle, shaking his head. “I was lazy.”
Sebastian tilted his head. “So what changed?”
Nathan paused, gripping the pan handle a little tighter before speaking. “You.”
Sebastian blinked, sitting up straight. “Me?”
