Connor
I nervously held the spoon to my lips whilst my hands shook. Even though I trusted my capabilities, I didn't trust that I could follow a recipe word for word and expect good results. Yet there was nothing else I could do.
One could only stare at Edward so much before he told you to keep yourself busy. He got jittery when you kept eye contact too long and he constantly had to recall his lawyers to reprint everything because he had messed up. I didn't know why he wanted to make me feel like it was my fault.
It was… but still I'm not the one who carried myself to the suite's bedroom then undressed myself.
"What are you doing?" I was so deep in thought that when he wrapped his arms around me then planted a kiss to the back of my neck, my body jolted in surprise.
"Are you done with work?" I closed the pot and abandoned the spoon on a plate next to me.
