CHAPTER 12: Wet

  Blair's pov

  "What are you doing here?" I asked and swallowed hard, hoping he didn't hear what I said.

  "I needed to get some more pepper, and this is the kitchen, so.." he replied, and I cleared my throat.

  "Well, you would have asked me to get some for you, that's why I'm here.." I replied, and he walked past me without replying. I watched him grab the pepper shaker and a bottle of water from the fridge and then headed out.

  "I don't have to ask you for everything, miss Blair, you're not my mother," he replied and left. I let out a sigh of relief even though I wasn't sure whether he heard what I said or not.

  I waited for them to finish eating and cleared the table after them before I dished my own food to eat. Caleb sat with me in the kitchen as usual and kept me company while I ate, and we had several random discussions before Sinclair walked in to grab another bottle of water and everywhere went silent.