Devon:
I feel a presence behind me and I know exactly who it is. I don’t know how long Arya has been standing in the doorway of the kitchen, staring at my back but I am not willing to say a thing. Instead, I continue chopping the tomatoes with each flex. It’s almost eight and Wanda and Liam will be here anytime soon.
Liam is bringing a bottle of wine, in which I clearly warned him not to, who knows? That guy might be sneaking in a bottle of alcohol and calling it wine, he better have no plan of getting us all drunk on Thanksgiving day.
“You know you’re really hot whenever you cook.” Arya finally pads over to my side, staring at the counter with bright gray eyes. I keep in the smile, instead raising a brow.
“Oh really?” I turn to stare at her, she’s wearing a deep burgundy dress that fa
