Abby
“Hey. Looking for a sous chef tonight?”
Karl’s unexpected presence in the kitchen startles me, and my heart skips a beat as I turn to face him.
For a moment, we just look at each other. His easy smile and the mischievous glint in his eyes make my cheeks flush with warmth. The proximity between us feels electric, and I can’t help but wonder if he can sense the rapid beating of my heart.
I glance at the bustling kitchen and then back at Karl. “Are you sure?” I ask, a hint of surprise in my voice. “I mean, you don’t have to. I’m sure you have other things to be doing right now.”
He chuckles, that deep, warm sound that never fails to make my heart race. “I’m sure,” he replies, taking a step closer. “I want to help. Plus, cooking together sounds like fun, don’t you think?”
I nod, un
