Aisling's POV: "I am going to make creamy shrimp fettuccine pasta, I hope you don't mind?" I asked him when he walked inside the kitchen that I was. He sat on down the bench and smirked. "Are you going to cook something else if I say no?" He asked me. Would I? Of course not, if he doesn't want to eat it I'll cook and and make instant noodles for him. "I'll still cook it because I'm craving it." I said and shrugged. He chuckled and stood up from the bench. He removed his blazer and roll up his shirt sleeve. "Whatvare you doing?" I asked him, my eyes widened as he walked closer to me. "Trying to help you with the cooking." He told me.
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