he cooked? 31
655 Words
Chapter 31
As i pulled into the driveway, i noticed that he was still here, parked right where i had left him, i sat there for a second staring at it through the windshield, my fingers tapping against the steering wheel,
“Well, guess he didn't listen,” I mumbled to myself,
My wolf practically purred in the back of my mind, “He stayed for you,”
‘Or he stayed because he’s hard headed,” I shot back grabbing my purse from the passenger seat,
I climbed out of the truck shutting the door behind me, i noticed the window looked perfect, like nothing had ever happened, if only the rest of my life worked that way, i walked up the porch steps slowly, honestly not sure what i was walking into, for all i knew he could have changed his mind and left already,
When i opened the front door the smell of food hit me almost instantly, i blinked in surprise before shutting the door behind me, i heard movement in the kitchen followed by Maddox yelling out,
“Before you start yelling, nothing is broken,”
I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see me yet, I walked farther into the house and stopped dead, Maddox was standing at the stove shirtless wearing a pair of my old gray sweatpants, there was flour on the counter, on the floor, somehow even on his face,
“What the hell happened in here?” I asked trying not to laugh,
He looked over at me holding a spatula in his hand,
“I was making dinner,”
“It looks like the kitchen exploded,”
Well the internet said homemade biscuits were easy, the internet lied,” he muttered,
My wolf was absolutely loving the view while i was trying my best not to stare directly at his chest,
“You're staring,” my wolf teased,
‘I am not,”
“You absolutely are,”
Maddox smirked a little, “You alright there Sammy?”
I crossed my arms instantly, “Put a shirt on,”
“No,” he answered way too fast,
I hated that it made me smile just a little, Then my eyes drifted to his hand, the same hand that had nearly ripped someone apart the night before, now holding a spatula covered in biscuit dough, and for some reason, that almost scared me more, because it made him seem normal, and i wasn't sure what to do with that,
Sammy’s walls were cracking whether she wanted them to or not, and that scared her more than Maddox ever could. The dangerous male who should have felt like a threat was standing in her kitchen making biscuits and wearing her sweatpants like he belonged there, and somehow that was worse.
Maddox leaned against the counter watching her carefully, like he was waiting for her to bolt again.
“What?” I asked narrowing my eyes at him.
“You smiled.”
“I did not.”
“You did,” he said grinning wider, “Tiny little smile right there.”
I scoffed, tossing my purse onto the table before walking farther into the kitchen, stepping around the disaster zone he had apparently created.
“There’s flour on the ceiling,” I pointed out.
He glanced up. “I noticed that.”
“How does that even happen?”
“I have no idea,” he admitted, “One minute I was mixing dough, next thing I knew it attacked me.”
I snorted before I could stop myself. His eyes instantly lit up like he had just won something. “There it is again.”
“Oh my god, stop talking.”
“Nope.”
My wolf was practically rolling around in happiness.
“You like him.”
‘I like that he cooked.”
“You like his chest.”
‘Shut up.’
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