Chapter 17
“It really was delicious,” I said, hoping that would assuage some of his hurt feelings.
I watched his profile carefully. Though he kept his eyes downcast, his mouth softened, and additional heat radiated from his skin. “Have you learned to cook yet?”
“Not like this.”
More relaxing, and he finally filled his spoon. “The first time I made this, you ate the whole pot. I thought you always ate like that, so I started cooking even more. A week later, you asked me if I was trying to fatten you up or something.”
I smiled. “It would take a lot for that to happen.”
“You’ve always had a high metabolism.” He snuck a glance sideways. “You still look like perfection.”