CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Casey’s POV

“There, I think we’re done,” I said with a satisfied smile on my face.

Nita leaned in, inhaling the aroma of the soup she watched me create.

A grin crawled to her lips, looking over at me, “Can I try?”

“Sure go ahead,” I shrugged.

She takes the ladle, dipping it in the soup before raising it to her lips. She then sips, her eyes going wide the next moment.

“Ohh that hits the spot,” she moaned, handing the ladle back to me.

I smile, “I’m glad you like it,”

Deep inside, I was rather nervous. I haven’t cooked this much food in a while. I’m not sure if it tastes any good.

Nita thinks so. That’s a good sign, right?

“Now, let’s see what the others think, shall we?” she tossed me a wink, and I gulp.

My mouth shaped into an ‘o’ as I saw her pick up the hot, boiling pot with her bare hands, about to serve it to the others.

“Wait!”

Nita halts, looking over at me. Her brow raised, while my teeth clamp down my lower lip.

“What if he doesn’t like it?” I asked shyly, gripping the hem of