Rachel's POV

I turned immediately to face him.

He was wearing an apron... a fucking apron.

His eyes caught mine and I struggled to remove my gaze from him.

"What do you have there?" I asked with an awkward smile looking everywhere around the room but directly at him.

'Why are you wearing an apron? Did you cook this by yourself?' I wanted so badly to ask him those questions, but I bit my lips to hold them back.

"Since you had nothing to eat yesterday, I just wanted to make sure you ate before leaving the house... You know just boyfriend duty."

Boyfriend?

I rolled my eyes at his...