Elena's POV

Present day

"What are you doing?" His deep voice filled my head. Before I could respond, I felt his strong arms creeping around my waist. My back rested on his strong chest.

A smile slowly crept on my lips.

"What does it look like?" I responded, picking up a large spoon.

Jack leaned to have a glance at what I was doing and then he shook his head. "Stress cooking." He dumbly said.

As soon as I heard those words, the events of the past week replayed in my head.

My smile slowly went down, and I pressed my lips together. "It's not stress cooking, it's regular cooking."...