Chapter Twenty-Seven
| lynette’s pov | “I never knew you could cook, though,” I finally told him as we stayed on the bench in the park. We had just finished eating dinner at the restaurant we went to, and the food there was the best thing ever. Calum gave me the most puzzled expression ever. “I don’t cook?” I spotted my mistake and laughed a bit. “I meant bake, sorry.” For a second there, I thought I was going insane already. It’s like our encounters from before weren’t true. He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t bake, either, Lynette.” He has to be kidding me. He made a cake with me earlier this day, that’s something you can’t forget. I mean, not because we did it together, but it’s because it was very recent. “That’s funny,” I commented, faking a laugh. I was scared out of
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