137 I Could Be Your Muse

Everly pulled her hand away immediately, a chuckle escaping her lips. "That was nasty, Ivan." Her fingers tingled at the feeling of Ivan's saliva on them.

 

He shrugged, his usual playful smirk still on his face. "I don't mind since it's you." He didn't really care whether it was disgusting. Everly was his mate, and he would do it again if he wanted to. 

 

Everly shook her head before resuming mixing the cupcake batter. As she worked, Ivan kept flirting with her, unable to resist her charm.

 

"You know," he said with a slow voice. "Watching you cook is like watching an artist at work. Everything you do is always perfect."

 

Everly rolled her eyes, unable to hide her grin. Deep down, she actually loved it whenever Ivan said those kinds of things to her. It made her heart flutter. "Is that so? Should I get a beret and start painting a masterpiece, then?" 

 

"Only if I get to be your muse," Ivan replied, winking.