My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor
in the kitchen
In the kitchen, I made sure to stay close to Ezekiel, taking the knife in my hand as I announced,
Isabella (FL)
I can make a salad.
He gave me a playful smile.
Ezekiel (ML)
Whatever you make, I’ll taste it.
I raised my eyebrows, feeling a little more confident. As I started cutting the cucumber, Ezekiel suddenly came up behind me and slipped an apron over my head. I froze for a moment, surprised by the unexpected gesture, my heart skipping a beat as he tied it around my waist. I wasn’t used to him being so close, but I wasn’t about to complain.
When he stepped back, I caught his eye and smiled, trying to hide the excitement bubbling inside me. We continued cooking, working together as I helped him with ingredients, occasionally bumping into him, making sure the touches remained.
Ezekiel was busy mixing something when I rested my chin on my palm, watching him carefully, enjoying the way his hands moved as he stirred. There was something undeniably attractive about the way he focused.
Suddenly, he turned to me, holding a spoon.
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