Skye's P.O.V.
“You know,” Lila began, swinging her legs lightly as she leaned back on her hands,
“I think it’s kind of cute, how you’re pretending to know what you’re doing in the kitchen.”
I shot her a look over my shoulder.
“I do know what I’m doing. It’s just, uh… you keep distracting me while doing it.”
“Me?” she asked, her voice dripping with fake innocence.
“I’m just sitting here, minding my own business, Mr Miller.”
“Right,” I muttered, turning back to the stove.
“Because that outfit is totally casual kitchen attire.”
Lila laughed, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine.
“I didn’t realize there was a dress code.”
“You’re trouble, you know that?” I said, shaking my head but grinning as I added a bit of seasoning to the pasta, hoping it would somehow make it less of
