Nìkolai carried me down the stairs and through the house until we walked into the kitchen. He sat me on the island, giving me a good view of him standing over the stove.
“What would you like to eat principessa?” He asked as he pulled some pots and pans out of the cabinets.
“You can cook?” I gasped, falling more in love with this man.
“Of course, I just rarely do it.” He turned back toward me with a smirk, “Now what would you like?”
“How about a steak and some mashed potatoes.” I gushed, “Oh and some cheesecake! I would love some cheesecake.”
He chuckled before he walked over and pecked my lips. “How about we start with something light, like soup?”
“Why ask me then?” I complained, making him laugh.
“Because I’d thought you’d be reasonable with your request.”
“A steak is rea
