Darling

Naomi's eyes widened in shock as she turned to him. "You have to be serious. Stop whatever you're doing."

Zylan tilted his head slightly, his expression a perfect mask of innocence. "What am I doing?"

She shot him a glare, lips pressing into a thin line. "You know exactly what you're doing."

The amusement in his eyes deepened as he leaned against the counter, arms folded across his broad chest. He was enjoying this—teasing her, making her flustered. And the worst part? He wasn't even trying.

Her cheeks burned, and Zylan chuckled, his voice a deep rumble that sent an odd shiver down her spine. Who knew cooking could be this fun? If this was what it felt like, he would have made sure to cook with Naomi every single day from the start.