Lina's POV
When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, the pot on the stove was bubbling over.
"Shit." Adrian lunged for it, turning down the heat and lifting the lid to release steam.
I laughed, the sound breaking some of the tension that had been strangling us. "Smooth."
"Shut up." But he was smiling, that rare, genuine smile that transformed his entire face.
"Make me," I challenged, feeling bold.
His eyes darkened. "Careful what you wish for, little mate."
The endearment sent heat pooling low in my belly despite everything. "The kitchen smells too strong anyway. Might make me nauseous."
"Then go sit in the living room." He pointed the wooden spoon at me sternly. "I'll bring you something mild in a moment."
"Bossy Alpha," I muttered, but I obeyed, settl
