~~ETHEL~~
A sharp pool of heat erupted in my belly and skittered south. "Keanu—"
"Have you eaten?" he asked, smoothly changing the subject.
"Maya brought muffins and hot chocolate."
He raised an eyebrow. "That's not a meal." He looked around. "Where's your kitchen? I'll prepare something for us to eat."
He began to move but I blocked his path. "You are not cooking in my kitchen."
"Why not?"
"You're in my house now. It's my turn to cook for you."
Interest flickered in his eyes. "Is that so?"
"Yes." I marched toward my small kitchen, very aware of him following behind me.
The kitchen was barely big enough for one person, let alone two. Keanu filled the doorway, leaning against the frame as I started pulling out ingredients.
"How about you wait in the living room," I suggested. "It
