Page 28 of Resisting Your Love

Amryn averted her eyes from mine and nodded.What the hell had gotten into her?

"Do you have anything you'd like to learn how to cook?" I inquired, picking up my glass of orange juice to take a sip of it.

A smile crept on her face. "Yes. I would like to learn how to cook stewed chicken."

I lifted an eyebrow. "Any reason why?"

The smile slowly died from her lips, which had me thinking I had said something wrong.

"That was my mother's favorite meal to cook. I haven't had it since she died. Nobody could cook it like she did, so now, I want to learn how to make it on my own. I want to show that I am capable of doing anything I put my mind to."

I nodded, not knowing where that came from. "Yeah, you can. Let's finish eating, and then we can go to the grocery store and get everything you need. Cool?"

She gave me a small smile. "Cool."

When we returned home from the grocery store, Amryn seemed to be in a better mood. As much as I wanted to know where some of the things she said came from, I decided not to ask. I hoped she'd come to me and talk to me about it. It was the far-off look on her face that had me wanting to know what was going on in her head, but I was happy she was in a better mood than she had been before. That was all I cared about.

"I think we got too much food," Amryn declared with a chuckle, eyeing the many bags on the counter.

While she eyed the bags, I observed her beauty. She had a baseball cap on her head with her hair pulled into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. Her flawless, honey-colored complexion was a little red due to the cold. She looked over at me and knew she caught me staring at her.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" Amryn swiped at her face, and I laughed.

"Nah, I'm just admiring your beauty."

She blushed, dropping her head. "You're too much. Come on. We have to unload these groceries and start cooking soon."

Not only did she get chicken to cook, but she also added lima beans to the yellow rice, and she wanted to bake a cornbread. Iwas going to let her do all the work but instruct her on what to do.

Thirty minutes after we unloaded the groceries, we went upstairs to get into something comfortable. Now we were back in the kitchen, prepping for her meal.

She placed her hands on her cheeks and had a look of disbelief on her face. I frowned, wondering why she had that look on her face.

"What's wrong?"

"I am really about to cook."

I smirked. "Oh yeah, you are. I'll be your backup if you need me, but you will be doing everything on your own."

She nodded. "I can get down with that. Let me get the TikTok video up so I can follow along."

I took a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator and retrieved two wine glasses out of the cabinets. I poured her a glass and then myself. Our fingers touched when I handed her the glass. She gazed at me with longing in her eyes. If she didn't quit, I'd say damn the food and have her for my dinner. No matter the time of day, Amryn had me wanting her at any time. I couldn't resist leaning over to kiss her lips, though.

When we pulled apart, she smiled at me. I'd never get tired of seeing the smile that brightened her complexion.

"Okay, I need to get started," she huffed.

I smiled and moved back toward the counter to lean against it. I set the wine glass down and watched her. Every so often, my eyes would drop to stare at the sway of her hips as she walked from one end of the kitchen to the other. Once she propped her phone on the island, she didn't need my help. To me, she was in her element. If only she knew she was made to be in the kitchen. She moved graciously as if she knew what she was doing. All she needed was a little confidence, and she'd have it. Although she moved slowly, she was getting it.

"Damn, baby. Are you going to ask for help or not?" I teased with a smile.

She glanced back at me, gnawing that bottom lip of hers. "Am I doing it right?"

I chuckled. "Yeah, you're doing everything just right. You got it."

She beamed happily. All I wanted to see was that smile on her face. I couldn't stand the down look she was sporting.

Amryn gave a quick nod before picking up her wine glass to take a sip of it. "Do you have a favorite dish you like to cook, or did your parents make you everything when you were a kid?"

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