Tara's POV
"Are you sure you're okay? You couldn't sleep, right? I have a tonic that can help," I said, as I sat beside him. He flashed me a warning glance as thick brows arched up. "Relax, I'm not the one making it. I got it from my dad, he's into organic stuff."
Arlo made a low grunt like sound, "no love. That's not it. I'm sorry about this evening, I enjoyed some part of your food. Really," the lie was so obvious in his eyes it made my head hurt
"I'm a terrible cook. It's okay, you can say it."
"You can learn, I mean when was the last time you cooked? Huh?"
I gave it a thought, "okay maybe it's been a while. Still,"
"--and you followed the wrong recipe. You could have double checked on other blogs though."
"I know, it was a mistake. I won't cook ever again." I said and I watched him dissolve into a puddle of laughter. "This is so embarrassing," I thought to myself.