Ch 29
Madeline POV
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I don't even dare to look at his house.
Because it's screams of the things he likes, things he wants.
But I can't blink my eyes away from him, as he sits on the stool in front of the bar he owns in the middle of the kitchen like it's nothing.
His eyes closed as he brings the ice cubes to his neck, running down until his collar bone
I notice the way his face relaxes.
The way ice melts against his skin.
His jaw, which clenches and relaxes in the process.
He enjoys it
It's clear.
“You want anything to drink?
I have asked the chef to prepare dinner for us.
It will be here soon.
Until then, you can suit yourself with anything.
I'm also available on the menu if you want a bite”
He states, as he shakes his head.
Like he is trying to remove the stiffne
