Chloe
What was going on?
No, seriously. What the hell was happening in front of me? Was I dreaming? Had I hit my head on the way here? Or had the horniness finally fried my brain cells beyond repair?
Because this couldn’t be real. Why would he cook for me? Even Logan had never done that. Was he trying to impress me? Because if he was, well… it might just be working.
I watched as he moved through the kitchen effortlessly, his sleeves rolled up as he reached for ingredients. The way his fingers gripped the knife, slicing through vegetables and onions easily was distracting, but not nearly as distracting as the veins that flexed with every movement of his forearms.
Was it normal for a man to look this hot while cooking?
Honestly, at this point, I had no idea if I wanted the food or the
