Fifty eight

EVE'S POV

When I got home that evening, I found Morgan in the kitchen, cooking dinner. I hadn't known that he could cook, so I was surprised to find him busy, minding the pots as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I didn't know you could cook" i said, making my way to the refrigerator.

Opening it, I took out a bottle of water and uncapped it. Morgan looked at me and gave me a small smile. Small or not, it was enough to cause a riot of butterflies in my stomach. But just as quickly as they had appeared, they disappeared. The memory of last night reared its ugly head, and the giddy feeling was replaced by sadness.

"l used to help my mother when cooking" he replied, opening one pot and stirring whatever was cooking.

From my spot, I caught the mouthwatering smell of steak. My stomach growled in response, and he chuckled.

"It's almost ready. Busy day?",

I nodded.

"Yeah" I replied, and then hooked my thumb towards the bedrooms.

"I will go clean up and join you.”

Maybe having dinne