Chapter fifteen

" not... nothing." I blush, feeling my face heat up—probably as red as the tomato I'm currently chopping. Damn. I wish I could bury myself right now from the sheer embarrassment of the moment.

When the soup is finally ready, we sit at the table, and for the first time in my life, I feel welcome. Truly welcome. It's nothing like it was with my adoptive family, where meals were often an afterthought, and no one ever bothered to cook for me. This is different. He cares about my taste, about making an effort for me.

I'm not used to that.

At the same time, I can't shake the feeling that we are too different to be a match. And yet, whenever I'm close to him, the attraction is magnetic, undeniable. Every inch of my body begs me to throw myself into his arms, to let go and surrender to whatever this is between us. I've never felt this way about anyone before.

"You should feel honored," he murmurs, leaning in dangerously close to my ear.