Billie.
I was at the stove, stirring the tomato chilli sauce, when I felt Lexus's gaze burning a hole through my back. The man was unusually quiet, hands stuffed in his pockets, not even trying to snake his arms around me like he usually does.
I glanced over my shoulder. "Why are you so well-behaved today? You used to meander your hands everywhere when I was cooking."
Without skipping a beat, he leaned in with that sinful smirk of his and whispered, "Because if I touch you the way I want to right now, dinner's going to burn—and not just the food."
I nearly choked on air.
My face turned so warm I was sure I could fry the chicken with just my blush.
I shyly chuckled, focusing way too hard on flipping the pieces like my life depended on it.
