Kyra****
I made it halfway down the hall before I stopped short, laughing.
“Why are you behind me like that?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder.
Zaire shrugged, all innocent, hands tucked in his pockets. “I live here.”
“No,” I said, pointing at him. “You’re hovering.”
“I’m walking.”
“You’re stalking,” I corrected, laughing as I headed for the kitchen.
I opened the fridge and immediately groaned. “Why does the fridge look like this?”
“Like what?” He leaned over my shoulder to look inside.
“Like you grocery shop with vibes instead of a list.”
He laughed. “Everything in there makes sense if you don’t overthink it.”
I pulled out a container and squinted at it. “Why do we have three kinds of cheese but no milk?”
“Because cheese is important.”
I shook my head, amused, setting thi
