“I want you, hm hm hm hm. You want me, hm hm hm.” I hummed along to the music, swaying as I cooked.

A flick on my temple had me wincing.

I glared at Henry then I pulled the headphones from my ear.

“What was that for?” I whined.

“A robber could've broken in and stolen everything without you being none the wiser.”

I rolled my eyes, grabbing a bottle of salt from the cabinet.

“How would a robber come here in the first place?” I replied, sprinkling a bit of salt in the sauce.

Henry leaned on the counter beside me, his hands crossed over his chest.

“What do...