CHAPTER 52

(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)

I walk into the kitchen to find Damien cooking over the oven with his back turned to me. I lean against the door wall and shamelessly scan my eyes over him.

He's dressed in a pair of gray lounge pants and a henley shirt with the sleeves folded up to his elbows. He looked homely and comfy and he looks mine—a wide grins occupies my lips as the thought crosses my mind.

“I know you're standing there,”

The suddenness of his voice makes me jerk in a bit startle and I push myself off the kitchen wall and slowly approach him and he turns to me.

“Hi,” I shyly tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Hi,” he says back with a smile, then passes me to the kitchen aisle where different types of Ingredients are laid.

“What are you making?” I stand beside him as he takes a place of one pound large bowl of shrimp, peeled and deveined.

“Shrimp and vegetable skewers with peanut sauce. The kids are coming over,”

The kids, he meant Zach, Dean, Henry and Scar, they are barely the