Chapter Seven
The moment she stepped through the door and into the house, she noticed the welcoming scent of baking bread. It sent a warmth through her that she was certain couldn't be achieved by anything else.
She padded through to the kitchen, unsurprised to find Darius in front of the stove stirring a large pot.
"What are you making?" she asked, going up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist.
He leaned the spoon against the side of the pan and turned to face her. "Dinner."
"I guessed that much."
"Nothing fancy, just steak pasta with some garlic bread."
She raised an eyebrow. "And that's not fancy?"
"I guess it's fancy-ish," he admitted.
"What's the occasion?"
"Is loving you not occasion enough for nice food?"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "I can't work out if you
