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It’s like she’s trying to get excited about mundane things.

Is that what people outside do?

Think about baking?

It sounds boring.

THIRTEEN

MILA

I wake up early to start cooking.

Fuck, I hate this with every fiber of my being.

Who gets excited about pancakes?

They’re great and all, but to have that be the highlight of the day?

I don’t get it.

The pan is heating up, and the batter is mixed when Nikolai comes out of his room.

He leans against the counter in his tight white tank top and gray sweatpants.

There’s something big poking out of them as he scrolls on his phone.

“We’re leaving after breakfast.” He doesn’t look up at me when he talks.

That’s fine. It just means I can stare at his crotch more.

What does he have hidden in there? It’s the size of a racoon.

Wait. Leaving?

“Where are we going?” I try to ask innocently, but my heart is racing.

Is he taking me away? Or, did I earn the next step closer?

I hate limbo.

“Your background check cleared, and I need to go home. So, you’re coming with. I have an extra room.” His blue eyes flick up, then back to his screen.

Did he catch me checking out his waist?

No, probably the expression of shock.

I did it. I made it to the next level.

Internally, I’m screaming. Does this mean I have to keep cooking?

Damn.

It’d be more fun to torture.

Well, not Nikolai. Although, tying him up could be the fun part.

Shit.

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