Reyna

I spooned the peanut butter straight from the jar. The stuff clogged my mouth, but I didn't care. I enjoyed the taste. I heard the luggage being carried in and leaned against the counter of the modern kitchen.

My mood immediately plummeted when Elijah entered the kitchen. He had his hair pulled back in a ponytail and had this stern look about him. I suppressed a sigh and placed the glass on the table. He looked skeptically back and forth between me and the peanut butter.

“Frustrated eating?” he asked and I opened the drawer. I held out a spoon invitingly. Two seconds later, both of them were leaning...