The delicious aroma of the pasta dragged Cyra to his kitchen. His place was quite huge and cosy. It even felt gentle and peaceful, just like him. It also had a beautiful garden and a pool.
Cyra entered his kitchen, and saw him chopping vegetables. His naked back was on her. Cyra swallowed, seeing his back, which looked completely marked by her nails. She had scratched him really harshly.
Clutching the hood, she continued to stand at the door. Although she knew he was not going to be rude with her for entering his kitchen, she was still feeling a bit hesitant to enter inside.
“Everything and person here is more yours than mine, Ms. Merciez,” his words stunned her. He was aware of her presence.
Cyra saw him turning his head around in her direction.
“Except for you, because you are mo
