She watched as he skillfully sliced the onions into thin slices making his biceps bulge, she watched him make movements around the kitchen effortlessly.

It was impossible to hate him, but she wanted to hate him; for being so perfect, for being handsome, for explaining to her with all patience.

This was supposed to be her proving she could cook, Instead she was gawking at his biceps and the way his muscles flexed under his T-shirt.

She could see his lips moving but couldn't hear a sound indicating she wasn't listening.

".... making sure the oil is hot".

She blinked hard "What were  you saying?".

"Were you even listening?".

"Yeah, but I didn't quite get the first part, because you were looking into the pot".

He chuckled "Are you serious right now?".

She nodded "Yes".

He bit his lip and threw his head back laughing uncontrollably. His laughter was contagious and before long she joined him; laughing like nothing else mattered.

"God, you're so cute".

She shook her head still laughing "Don't call me cute".

He folded his arms and leaned against the kitchen table. "Why not?".

"It makes me feel like a baby".

He shot an eyebrow up "Really?".

"Mm hmm". She replied holding his gaze.

"You are really cute, I maka". His eyes took on warmth she had never seen in them. They deepened as he stared into her eyes as though looking into her soul.

She punched him playfully "Stop it joor".

He rubbed his arm "Ouch, you punch like a man, do you lift weights or something".

She rolled her eyes "Haha, very funny".

"No seriously though, you should sign up for wrestling".

"Abegi, wrestling ko, wrestling ni. Continue with your cooking lectures jare".

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      He looked up from his phone as she danced into the living room. They had just finished lunch a couple of minutes ago and he felt satisfied when Lara had applauded his meal.

She hummed a song, snapped her fingers and swayed her body rhythmically.

The way her body moved made him fuzzy inside, he felt a desirable urge to wrap his hands around her waist and dance with her.

Dream on dude.

Of course he would, who would reject a beautiful woman being in his dreams all night long?.

Absolutely not this guy_his subconsciousness snickered.

Definitely, he would want to see her in all of his dreams.

"Why are you staring at me like that?".

He tossed his phone to a side table "Like what?".

"I don't know". She gestured to his face "Like that".

"Well, someone's in a good mood".

"It's none of your business".

He pouted "Aww, come on".

She reached for the remote control, grabbing it from the top of the table she flopped heavily on a sofa beside him.

"If you must know". She paused "I got a contract to make dresses for Fraye's dancers".

"Fraye?, Like the popstar I know?".

"Yeah, who else?". She asked in a duh tone.

"Wow, this is huge, we should celebrate".

"You want us to celebrate?". She asked standing from the sofa and heading to the bar.

"Of course, I mean it's not every day we get good news like this".

He followed her slowly and leaned against the wall as she reached the bar.

She chuckled and turned to him "So what poison are we taking?".

"Whiskey".

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