Rebekah rolled her eyes and pushed him back by placing a hand on Alexander’s chest when she registered his words.
“And what do you think is my type?” She chided, walking all the way to the other side of the kitchen counter to grab a mug of coffee from a rustic red coloured cabinet which was similar to all of the cabinets in her kitchen.
Alec leaned against the isle in the middle, peeling the orange before putting a slice in his mouth as she eyed him while pouring coffee for herself.
She knew that he was making visible effort to not look below her neck and that made her smirk internally.
“Not him, I would say,” He answered sheepishly, making her scoff.
She rolled her eyes again before looking at him with all seriousness, “will you tell me why exactly you’re here?” She asked again and t
