Elle’s POV
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned around fast, holding the spoon like a weapon without even thinking. My heart was beating fast in my chest, and I scowled at him.
“God, you scared me,” I muttered, lowering the spoon. “Oh… you’re back.”
He was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, that same annoying smirk on his face like he knew exactly how flustered I was. His silver-white hair caught the light from the kitchen lamps, almost glowing.
“No welcome kiss for your husband-to-be?” he asked, tilting his head with that cocky grin.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes hard. “In your dreams, snowflake.”
His eyebrows shot up, and he chuckled. “Snowflake?”
“Yeah,” I said, shrugging as I turned back to stir the pot. “You’ve got white hair. Like snow. It fits.”
He laughed again,
