Jaxen POV
I stopped trying to kick her out.
I reached for her wrist, pulled her in front of me, and locked my arms around her while I kept cooking.
She went still the second I wrapped her up.
She was near enough to observe the pan as if it were the most captivating object on earth, even examining the tiny bursts of oil.
I frowned and pulled her tighter against my chest so that nothing would splash her face.
“How spoiled were you growing up that you’ve never even seen someone cook?”
“My dad didn’t want me getting hurt in the kitchen when I was little,” she said. “Then, we had a private chef living with us. After that, I just never needed to learn. Once I moved out and had enough money, I ordered takeout for everything. So yeah… you’re not wrong. I’m that kind of spoiled.”
She paus
