Chapter 15

Freya's POV

After we had finished eating, silence surrounding us as we constantly stole glances at one another until we heard the door open upstairs.

I watched his body stiffen slightly at the sound before he relaxed again, a cocky smirk dawning his face suddenly making me feel a bit of unease.

Instead of trying to figure out what he was thinking I stood up from my seat before I began to clear most of the table.

His mother came down the stairs as I brought the plates into the kitchen that she and I had used along with the salad so that I could put it away.

"Oh Freya, you don't have to do that, I was coming down to get that done."

She walks into the kitchen as I put myself in front of her, stopping her instantly.

"In this house, if you cook you don't clean."

I smiled but wouldn't budge as she smiled back at me, her eyes lit up with actual happiness when she laughed a bit before turning her head put to look at Andrew who was watching us.

"You could learn some things from this girl ya k