When I join into the living area, Marina had already served the boys the biscuits I had unnecessarily gushed about earlier.
My fingers unwittingly bind behind me as I carefully set onward.
Leigh is seated upright, outwardly on the sofa. He ostensibly isn't resolved to leaning back yet. He's admirably chewing the half part missing from the biscuit between his fingers.
"How are they?" I asked. Then he noticed the present and his pupils widens when they fall on me.
"Your hands are perfect." He answered hushedly. It did things to my stomach. I try to stifle the smile but it's too threatening not to leave noticeable emotions on my cheeks.
"I mean, it's mom's recipe. I just combined stuff."
His lips slowly quirk by the corner while he anchors his amusing gaze on me. My cheeks were bur
