Killian’s pov
The once-pristine kitchen had descended into delightful chaos. Flour dusted the countertops like freshly fallen snow, while cracked eggshells, empty vanilla bottles, and used measuring spoons were scattered across the worktop.
Eva just finished decorating the cake with frosting while Killian stood beside her, observing her every movement.
He was glad he got to spend some time with her alone.
Eva placed the cake aside to set and started to tidy up the mess she and Killian had made. She gathered the dirty dishes and placed them all into the sink.
She was about to wash the dishes but a warm hand gently rested over hers.
She looked up.
Killian shook his head. "You've done enough already," he said, his voice firm but low.
"You can't overwork yourself, remember what t
