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I didn’t want to go out and hang with the girls in shorts that only covered a little more than underwear, so I grabbed a pair of Calian’s pants and tugged them up my legs. The fabric was thin and ridiculously soft, and I found myself petting it like it was a fucking dog.
That was weird, I knew, so I stopped before I stepped out of the closet.
His eyes devoured me the moment he could see me again, the orbs hooded as he just fuckingstared.
How was he so damned gorgeous?
And how did he make me feel so much, especially when I was trying so hard not to be affected by him?
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yep.” I tried not to let him see how much he was affecting me. “Let’s go.”
The man eased himself up off the mattress, and I almost fucking drooled at the way his abs looked while he moved.
He grabbed one of his tees off the dresser and tugged it on before he pulled the door open. When he gestured for me to go first, I slid through, ignoring the way his eyes made me feel like my damned skin was burning.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured to me.
I ignored the compliment, but felt my face flushing anyway.
“The kitchen’s over here,” I told him, feeling a couple of stares on us as we walked. Sunny, Mare, and Dots were on the couch, watching a movie, as far as I could tell without looking back at him.
“She’d better be tapping that,” Sunny muttered.
“I’d give up a fucking boob,” Dots agreed.
My face flushed hotter.
This was a terrible idea.
“Maybe we should—” I began, but Calian cut me off by grabbing me by the waist. He set me on the countertop in one fluid motion, not at all winded by having just fucking dead-lifted my heavy ass.
“You don’t know our spices, I assume,” he said, brushing a chunk of wet hair off my face with the back of his fingers. I acted like the touch hadn’t made goosebumps erupt over my arms and legs.
“I don’t know any of your foods,” I agreed. “The main thing we eat here seems like your version of our rice and beans, but tastes better.”
He made a noncommittal noise. “No one taught you how to make it.”
I looked at the other girls. They were the ones who had cooked.
Mare shook her head, though she was fighting a smile.
“They figured it out,” I told Calian, looking back at him.
He flashed me a smirk. “I’m sure they did.”
The man turned back to the stove. He didn’t move flawlessly through the human-style kitchen, but also didn’t have a problem going through cupboards to find everything he needed. I found myself studying every movement he made, tracking his body and following every move of his muscles.
He didn’t touch my hair again as he cooked, but explained to me the names of each of the foods, as well as what kind of plant they came from. It turned out that the “beans” we’d been eating were meant to be boiled, mashed, and then whipped, and the “rice” was supposed to be fried in a pan with a bit of some strange kind of oil.
When he started seasoning things, he filled a tiny bowl with the oil and dipped a finger into it, before shaking a tiny bit of the seasoning onto his finger and holding it out to me. “Taste.”
I stared at him for a long moment before finally shaking my head and forcing myself to snap out of it. “What?”
“Taste, so you know the flavor.” His lips were curved up in a wicked smirk. “Unless you’re scared.”
Fucker.
