In the kitchen, I made sure to stay close to Ezekiel, taking the knife in my hand as I announced, “I can make a salad.”
He gave me a playful smile. “Whatever you make, I’ll taste it.”
I raised my eyebrows, feeling a little more confident. As I started cutting the cucumber, Ezekiel suddenly came up behind me and slipped an apron over my head. I froze for a moment, surprised by the unexpected gesture, my heart skipping a beat as he tied it around my waist. I wasn’t used to him being so close, but I wasn’t about to complain.
When he stepped back, I caught his eye and smiled, trying to hide the excitement bubbling inside me. We continued cooking, working together as I helped him with ingredients, occasionally bumping into him, making sure the touches remained.
Ezekiel was busy mixing somet
