Chapter ThirteenElle
“I’m just about finished with this,” Nic says, stirring a large pot on the stove. “You can head out to the terrace and I’ll bring it out for you.”
“You’re such an amazing host.” I smile at him.
He looks so comfortable and domestic in his state-of-the-art kitchen. Tonight he’s dressed casually in jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt that stretches across his broad shoulders and firm biceps in a way that makes my stomach dance with excitement.
So far, the night has gone beyond my expectations. When Nic said he wanted to cook for me, I figured it would be something out of a box. But if the smells coming from the pot he’s stirring are any indication, he knows his way around the kitchen.
“This is just the beginning,” he says, winking at me.
I laugh and wander out of the k
