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Sean
I keep looking at Jules as he’s eating, probably ignoring my gaze if the way he’s looking down at his plate is anything to go by.
When I came in from work, Jules was standing in the kitchen, cooking. He was actually cooking and it smelled so good. It made me feel a little silly for having bought some frozen pizzas for us to quickly eat before class. But it’s still good to know that the guy can cook. And really well too.
“Do you like it?” Jules glances up.
“Yeah, it’s good. Thanks.” And I watch as his cheeks colour and he looks back down at his plate. “Did I have all of this in the house?” Since my mum stocked most of the kitchen when I moved in, I really have no idea what I actually have...
He shakes his head. “Most of it you had, but I got the mince and the sauce from one of
