NOELLE
The mouthwatering smell of the stew fills the kitchen now. Azren is still shirtless, his towel hanging low on his hips and exposing that dangerous V-line. I’m wearing the apron now. His powerful biceps flex as he stirs the pot with a wooden spoon like he's afraid he'll break it.
I come up behind him, sliding my arms around his waist and pressing my cheek to the warm skin of his back.
"Smells so good," I hum.
He chuckles. "You're the one who made it. I'm just stirring so I don't feel useless."
"You're not useless." I rise on my toes, attempting to kiss the back of his shoulder and failing because he’s too tall. "You're adorable."
He snorts. "Adorable is not the word most people use for me."
I slip around to his side, bumping his leg with my hip. "Most people are wrong about yo
