It had been a few days that Isla and I casually started sleeping together with no strings attached. Life was finally how it should have been during this apocalypse.
“So you will be in the kitchen now?” Isla teased me, watching me wear the apron.
“It’s not like I can’t cook,” I pouted at her, shaking my head and then looking around clueless.
“Well, then what are you cooking for all of us tonight Mr. Kai Pascal?” Isla had her way to make me feel alive. She wasn’t like any of the girls I have met before, more calm and carefree, she would hardly complain or stalk me to see if I was talking to somebody else.
“What would you like to have tonight Miss Isla?” I bent over her, my smirk made her bite her lower lip and then walk away to the counter.
“Everybody was asking for fried rice,” she s
