“But it’s so delicious.”
“And someone like me can’t make something delicious?”
“That’s not what I said. I’m just surprised.”
“That I pay attention to your bodily needs?”
“And that you cook.”
“I don’t. This is the first time I’ve tried it.”
“What?” She nearly chokes again and I keep the bottle of water on the ready. “I mean,what? How can you make something this tasty on your first try?”
“Internet recipes. Ever heard of them?”
“My internet recipe trials have been major disasters to the point that Mum kicked me out of the kitchen.AfterI lit the stove on fire.”
“Lucky for you, I’m an okay cook.”
“Are you trying to piss me off by being modest? You’re like a genius.”
“So everyone keeps saying today as if it’s a new discovery. I was born a genius, baby.”
“Don’t be cocky.”
“It’s my charm, though.”
She rolls her eyes but continues eating, releasing a satisfied noise every now and then. It’s similar to a moan, but not really, and I could watch her all day.
Glyndon has grace, even while eating. There’s an elegance to her movements and a regal aura to her presence. A part of me yearns to tarnish it in all the worst ways.
And protect it, too.
“I can’t believe this is your first time,” she mumbles after swallowing the contents of her mouth.
“Jealous much, my little rabbit?”
Her head tilts in my direction, causing the blonde and honey-colored strands to camouflage half her face. “What’s with that nickname?”
“You were running fast yesterday. I liked it.”
“Well, I didn’t like what you did afterward. Why the hell did you post that picture on IG?”
“My, baby. Are you stalking me?” I grin. “Mom, come pick me up. I’m scared.”
She smiles, then hides it. “It should be the other way around, prick.”
I jokingly hit my shoulder against hers. “Got to stake a claim so no one dares to come near what’s mine. Like dear oldStuart.”
“Stop making fun of him. You’re unbelievable.”
“And so is your ‘my type’ painting. Delete that.”
“No.”
“Do I have to go the difficult road with this?”
Her lips part again, and she stops picking at her salad to survey her surroundings. “You can’t do anything. We’re in public.”