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I heard my sister and Jessica giggling from downstairs, the smell of something fucking delectable wafting up through the floorboards.
My stomach growled, and I couldn’t help but jog downstairs, desperate to taste whatever they were cooking.
“I’m glad you’re ignoring his calls,” my sister said as I neared the kitchen door.
I halted, wanting to hear this conversation.
“I havenothingto say to him,” Jessica’s voice replied, and butterflies launched in my stomach.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“He better not be out tonight, or I swear I’ll swing for him,” Ellie said, her voice filling with anger.
Ellie had a temper, so I didn’t envy whoever they were talking about.
“Afternoon, girls,” I declared, heading to the hob where Jessica was stirring a saucepan.
Her eyes widened when I leaned over her shoulder, peering into the pan.
Her scent was more enticing than the creamy mixture she was stirring. She smelled of vanilla and something sweet, and I had to resist the urge to drop a kiss onto her exposed shoulder.
Ellie narrowed her eyes at me, shaking her head behind Jessica’s back as she dragged her forefinger over her throat.
“Do you know,” I murmured to Jessica, still holding my sister’s attention. “My sister is warning me to stay away from you.”
Ellie looked like she was going to explode, her cheeks flushing with anger.
Jessica shrugged, adding handfuls of pasta to the sauce.
“Are you hungry?” She asked, without responding to my previous statement.
“What for?” I purred, unable to resist winding Ellie up and flirting with Jessica.
“Cheesy pasta,” Jessica answered, moving away from me.
“Yum. Why not?” I smirked, and Ellie glared at me.
“Haven’t you got somewhere to be?” Ellie drawled, folding her arms across her chest.
“Yes, actually, I do. But I’m killing time with you two.”
“Please don’t,” Ellie snapped, pulling out three bowls from the cupboard beside Jessica.
“But you’re such pleasant company,” I teased, my eyes on the unusually quiet Jessica.
Ellie’s phone rang, and she pointed at me before answering it.
“Behave.”
She walked out of the kitchen, and I studied Jessica, who was wearing the tightest jeans I’d ever seen with a slouchy grey jumper.
God, she’s fucking attractive.
“So, did you meet up with your boyfriend?”
I couldn’t help but ask, biting my lip when she bent down to pick up a towel.
Fuck me; I could just eat her for lunch. And tea. I bet she tastes like a fucking peach.
