Blair’s POV
While I was shoving a spoonful of pasta inside my mouth, Blake was cutting the steak into tiny pieces. I was cut off guard when he suddenly put the steak on my plate instead of his. My stomach churned, and I feel giddy like a child waiting for her candies.
“Thanks.” I mumble with a smile. I could feel the color in my cheeks, and how I wish they would go away before he notice it.
He just shrug and start shoving pasta into his mouth with a sheepish smile tagging on his lips. I resume eating. The pasta is well cooked, and the mushroom and chicken breast were a little bit toasted. I never really thought he could cook, because I always see him ordering foods from fast-food chains. Then I remember he and his mom were really close. She must have taught him to cook befor
