[randy]
I laughed as I watched Thorne grilling the fish he freshly caught from the sea. He knew how to get fish, but he couldn’t grill one. I have already taught him. And much to my dismay, he’s not a fast learner.
“s**t. Dad never taught me how to grill! And now I’m mad at him,” he groaned. Funny seeing how big, muscular, and handsome he was, yet lies a sweet and childish him that no one saw except me. Our gazes met. “You can do it. Just try harder,” I encouraged him.
He’s determined to know how to cook. But yet, every time I taught him, he’d always nag. And blame it all to his father for spoiling him with a luxurious life. Thorne shoved his hand to his bulge and scratched his itching balls.
He winked at me, flashing a haughty face. He smelt his hand as he pulled it back. “Do you li
