Mara's p.o.v
Nervous. I was super nervous as I cooked.
Peter sat on the kitchen chair with his hands rested on the table.
His eyes were glued to my every movement and that made me self-aware.
I had asked to spend a night and talked to my mother about everything before coming here. Although she was a bit concerned about me sleeping over, she decided to give in. She knew how my kind was very different from the humans. We took mating seriously and it wasn't suppose to be delayed like I had done. Our human self could handle it, but not our wolves, they needed that closure to each other.
"It already smells amazing." He said softly.
I turned and faced him with a smile.
"Say that after you have eaten." I answered then turned back to the pot.
"What are you cooking?" He asked calmly.
"fire
