Amelia’s eyes widened, and her hand reached out to grab his shirt.“Really?You really like it?”
Jaylen brought her against his chest and tipped her chin up with his hand.“I do.Very much.What did you do differently?”
“We didn’t have many spices.I didn’t have bay leaves, so I used chives and oregano.Instead of canned tomatoes, I used fresh.I think I used more hamburgers than the recipe states.We didn’t have green pepper or the right noodles, so I used what we had.”
She studied his expression.“You’re not kidding?Are you?”
“No,” he said and chuckled.“It’s really, really good.Did you by chance write your recipe down?”
“Well, yeah.If it didn’t work, I wanted you to tell me what you thought I could have changed about it.I also have a list of the spices we need next time we go to the grocery store.”
“Is it ready?”
Amelia smirked.“Yes, it’s ready.It says it could simmer for another hour, but the noodles feel cooked.”
“I can’t wait.”
Amelia filled a bowl for Jaylen and set it on the table while he set out silverware and drinks.She bent down and opened the oven, which was still warm from earlier, grabbed a few for him and one for herself, and put them on a plate.
“Here are some biscuits to go with it.”
Jaylen stopped with his spoon halfway to his mouth and looked at the buns, then at her, before taking one and starting to slather butter on it.“Have I told you bread is my downfall?That and noodles.I could eat them every day.”
Amelia smiled as she sat across from him with her own bowl.“Well, tonight you’re getting both.”
Jaylen wiped the butter off his hands and reached for hers.“Thank you so much.This is over-the-top delicious.The biscuits are flaky...”
“Remember, they’re store-bought.I would like eventually to make them from scratch, though.”
“That doesn’t matter.I still would have burned them.”
Amelia cracked up and continued eating.
Jaylen got a glimpse of the bandages on her palm and wrist as they finished cleaning up.He snatched up her hand as she walked past.
“What happened?”
Her heart melted at the genuine concern on his face.“I burnt myself a few times.They are not bad.It’s just a little tender.I put the ointment I found on the bandage on them.It comes with the territory, and they are good lessons for me.”
“Can I see?”
Amelia sighed.“They aren’t bad, I swear.You can look at them later.”
He reluctantly released her, walked to the fireplace, and tossed on a few logs.
Amelia caught his expression.“Stop worrying.I’ll let you look at them.Besides, I feel like they’re a badge of honor for me.”
“What does that mean?”he hissed.
“Every chef I’ve watched on TV has scars from burns or knives on their hands.It makes me feel like a real chef,” she said and laughed.
“I’d rather you stick with the two you have and not get any more.God, the thought of you cutting yourself and me not being around to help makes me crazy.”
“I’m cautious with the knives.I don’t want to be cut either.I’m going to take a shower,” Amelia said as she grabbed what she needed out of the closet.
“All right.”
Jaylen finished poking at the fire and sat on the sofa.This was the hardest time of day for him—when everything was quiet, and there was so little to keep his mind off her body.The thought of sinking his cock into her tight cunt distracted him most of the day.It didn’t matter.He would do whatever he had to make her happy and feel secure with him, so he’d just have to suck it up for a while longer.