Eva's POV
"Did you make this pasta?" I inquired, looking at Mark with a startling gaze.
It was already turned into dinner time when I came down to check on him and, of course, food.
I took just a few steps up the stairs when my attention was caught by Mark, who came out of the kitchen with two plates of pasta in his hands. He is on the apron that Mom used for cooking.
My eyes drooled over him from head to toe as I pressed my lips tightly. How could he look too attractive on the apron? It's like he turned more handsome on it.
"You come!" Suddenly, his voice made me look at his face, where he was smiling like a charming man, making me chew my lower lip. While I smiled awkwardly and nodded to him.
I stepped down the leftover stairs and reached the dinner table. When I came out of the b
