Chapter 12

Amelia’s POV

After days of staying together, I find Nyx less annoying.

He insists that we sleep together in one bed. When he wakes up one morning and kisses me on my lips, my heart beats so fast that I forget to push him away.

I’m falling in love with him inextricably and way out of control.

This morning.

I open my eyes and stretch my body, glancing around, Nyx isn’t here.

After washing up, I walk downstairs in my sleep gown.

He’s not in the living room. Where is he?

I turn my head and find him in the kitchen.

I stand outside the door and look inside. He stands in front of the countertop, with his back to me. He’s in an undershirt and pants with an apron on. He turns on the fire and puts a cube of butter into the pan. He’s frying a steak. The muscles on his arms and his broad back seem more sexually attractive as he cooks. The apron string tied at the back sets off his slim waist. My eyes are fixed on him.

Soon, the sizzling sound and the smell of food work up my appetite. I’m hungry