Jaxen POV
I shoved her out of the room.
I didn’t even dry my hair. Under her nagging, I just threw on some casual clothes and opened the door.
I headed straight for the kitchen.
She followed right behind me. Every time I glanced back, she was looking at me with pure expectation.
“I don’t remember any steps of you cooking,” I said once we reached the kitchen.
“But I do remember you making sandwiches. To please me.”
Though I said “please” without emotion, a flicker in my face betrayed the underlying anger.
I had this weird feeling I knew how to cook.
Kind of muscle memory that felt real even if half the s**t in my head was probably fake.
I didn’t want to look like an i***t in front of her.
I was hoping Scarlett would take the hint and go wait somewhere else.
No such luck.
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