JADE

I thought knew a thing or two about cooking––I could do some simple things like boil pasta and make scrambled eggs. I wasn’t the worst, but I

sucked in the kitchen compared to Aaron. That man could cook.

He made Chicken Parmesan as if it was normal to be able to do that.

“If I could make that, I’d never stop eating it,” I said when he finally took it out of the oven, and divine smells filled the kitchen.

Aaron chuckled. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

Boy, was he wrong? Aaron was already hot-as-fuck. He had the tall-dark and handsome thing going. He was stinking rich....