GWEN
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Malcolm prepares a sweet dish of lasagna. When I take the first spoon, a moan leaves my mouth and I realize how hungry I am. He watches me eat and it is then it occurs to me he's waiting for a review of his cooking. I stiffle a smile.
He's so adorable.
Odd. Adorable is never a word I'll use to describe Malcolm. He is too intense. The raw edge radiating from that mountainous body would give anyone a pause... But as he stood there, elbows on the counter, steel grey eyes watching me expectantly, I can't stop a part of my heart from melting.
"This is so good," I say around a full mouth.
Tension leaves his body and this time I don't hide my smile.
As soon as I take the last bite of the food, he scoops me up in his arms. I squeal. "Where are we going?"
"My room."
A shiver dances
