“That smells amazing,” Elias said as he stepped into the kitchen.
“It won’t be too long now,” I replied, flipping the steaks one last time.
“No rush,” he said. Then, after a pause, “Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” I said, glancing over at him.
“Did you sleep in my bed last night… with my shirt?” he asked, his tone playful but curious.
My face flushed instantly. I had completely forgotten to tidy up his room before he came back.
“Yeah… I couldn’t sleep in mine. So I went into yours. Your scent helped me fall asleep,” I admitted, feeling more embarrassed than I expected. But Elias just grinned at me, clearly amused.
“I don’t mind,” he said, eyes twinkling. “So… does that mean you’ll be sleeping there again tonight?”
“Probably,” I muttered, avoiding his gaze.
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