EMILY’S POV
Larkin was an excellent cook; even a simple pasta dish was made delicious by his hands. I was completely satisfied with it. We had just finished eating, and I was watching him clean up. I wanted to help him, but he simply picked me up and sat me on the kitchen counter, telling me not to do anything but watch as he took care of everything.
He added color to my days for more than a month, ever since our relationship became official. People who were quick to judge might think that Larkin was a bad influence on me because of his bad-boy appearance, but in reality, nothing could be further from the truth. Larkin, in fact, was the one who pushed me to study harder. Despite his seemingly cold and brusque demeanor, there lies a loving person.
My relationship with my parents had bec
