he kitchen, attemp

nnounced, not looking at me. "To

e, crossing my arms. "Oh? And

rn," he said

, the kitchen was fi

oiling water, which he had forgotten on the stove,

d, grabbing the

red in soot and pasta sauce

s clear. A huge, black scorch mark marred t

oice filled with shame. "I don't

the lines of his abs, now streaked w

your money,"

confused. "Then w

d out and ran a finger over his stomach, collecti

off my finger. H

dangerous game, Ha

my eyes locked on hi

d. I closed the distance betwee

arms wrapped around me, pulling me tight against his body. Al

bedroom. We barely made i

gled in a sheet on the couch, a

ly dressed in jeans and a t-

sitting up.

aid, his voice cold and

and walked out the door, leaving me alone and