Page 134 of Corrupted Heart

“You said you were cooking Spanish tonight.”

“And you certainly did bring the spice,” he growls quietly.

I blush as I step into the kitchen. My teeth rake over my bottom lip as I survey the scene in front of me.

“You…seriously cook.” I laugh, shocked at the array of dishes being prepped. “I mean, I knew you cooked, but…”

“You thought I was bad at it.”

I giggle again. “No. I’ve just never had your cooking.”

“Tonight, that changes.”

I shiver as his hand slides over my hip, spinning me a little before he leans down to kiss me. When he pulls away, he turns to flip something sautéing on the stove that smells like shrimp. Then he reaches over to the speaker on the counter. He switches from James Brown to a sultry, Latin tango before he turns back to the stove again.

“I do love listening to James Brown when I cook,” he murmurs over the sizzle on the stovetop. “But if we’re doing a theme tonight…”

I grin, watching him flip, and turn, and dice. My hips begin to sway with the slow thud of the music. My eyes drift shut as I start to dance. I can sense his gaze on me.

My eyes fly open, and blush deeply when I see Kratos leaning against the counter, eying me with a dark, hungry look.

“What?” I blush, biting my lip.

“You,” he growls.

“And here you thought ballet dancers could only pirouette in tutus?”

He grins. “Never once crossed my mind.”

I flush as our eyes lock.

“You’ve never seen me dance before, have you?”

“Yes, I have.”

I roll my eyes. “When?”

He lifts a shoulder. “All the time, actually.”

My brow furrows. “No, you haven’t?—”

“I watch you dance almost every day.”

Something tightens in my chest and my pulse beats a little quicker, a little hotter.

“What?”

He shrugs, turning back to the stove with his tongs. “You’re very good.”

My skin heats as I watch him scrape sliced steak from a cutting board and into a pan full of spices and onions.

“You…really watch me?”

“Yup,” he says without hesitation, stirring the meat. “All the time.”

My bottom lip retreats between my teeth. “What, like, from the shadows?”

“Bingo.”

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