Page 92 of Taeja

Taeja laughed, shaking her head. She ran her hand down his abdomen, feeling the muscle beneath the small amount of fat. “No, babe. You’re fine to me.”

“Did you hear that, Zain? She thinks I’m fine,” Damon bragged. “I bet she never told you that before.”

Zain scoffed as they arrived in the kitchen. “She doesn’t have to tell mebecause I know.”

Rolling her eyes, Taeja sat on a chair at the island. She watched as her guys moved around the kitchen. “Yet my ego big?”

Zain released a sound that almost sounded like a chuckle. “Doesn’t mean I don’t wanna hear that I’m fine, too.”

“Mi naa tell yu nun. Gweh.” She stuck her tongue out.

“I’m wearing a kiss-the-chef apron while making you dinner. That’s gotta count for something?”

“Hmm… I guess you’re right.” Taeja smiled, stood, then walked toward him. “Can I—”

Zain’s head swooped down. His lips met hers, kissing her silent. Taeja smiled into the kiss, tasting a hint of alcohol as he stuck his tongue into her mouth. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she reached out a hand to hold on to the counter beside them.

A loud crash came from in the kitchen, yanking them apart. They looked toward Damon, seeing him sheepishly grin while taking up the pot that fell.

“Sorry,” Damon said, and Zain glared while Taeja chuckled.

Still breathless, she looked at Zain. “You’ve never kissed me like that before.”

Zain smirked. “Because I’m bribing you to say I’m finer.”

Taeja rolled her eyes, walking away to help with dinner. As she washed the vegetables Damon had placed in the sink, she felt him staring at her. She looked at him. “I know you’re waiting for me to say you’re finer, and I’m not going to.”

“Come on, baby, youknowI am. I mean, look at me,” Damon boasted, using a hand to gesture at himself.

Zain scoffed. “Didn’t know that’s what people call fine these days.”

“Unu literally look alike,” Taeja deadpanned, and they froze, disgust smearing their features.

“I donotlook like him!” Damon insisted.

“You should wish you look like me,” Zain countered.

Taeja rolled her eyes at their playful banter, a smile working its way onto her face. “Unu nuh really look alike now that I know you better, but at first glance, it’s hard to tell. Unu sure unu nuh identical?”

“We’re sure,” they said, and Taeja’s smile widened.

Damon smiled. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

She beamed. “Yes! I like it when you two are happy. It makes me happy.”

“That’s all we want, baby.”

“So, no more arguing?”

“We’re not promising you that.” Zain walked toward her with a cutting board. He placed it on the counter beside the sink, then did a demonstration with a tomato. “Dice the vegetables small like this.”

Taeja nodded, following his orders. “Can we play a game?”

Damon chuckled from by the pantry. “Why don’t I like the sound of this?”

“It’s nothing bad, I promise.”

“Okay. Let’s hear it.”

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