Hazel stared at the microwave and realized it would take ten more minutes for the steak to get ready. She set out the plates and the mats on the kitchen island and then nodded. Okay, this looks good. Letting the steak be, she headed upstairs to fetch Damien. He was working and Hazel stood by the door and watched him silently, a bit fascinated. Long legs stretched on the bed, his iMac resting on his lap as he typed something furiously, dark eyes covered with glasses. She smiled as she watched him, her eyes drifting to the bandages on his finger. He tried to cooking for her, she was more than touched by the gesture, especially coming from someone like him. And not just that, the way he tried to console her was also sweet. Of course, he can only think of different ways to use s*x even when he
