Chapter 8

RYLAN'S POV

"Ry, is that already cooked?"

I turned around because someone suddenly spoke from behind me. I thought it was a ghost, it was just Dylan. My naughty and annoying boss.

"It's not yet, it's still boiling," I said while stirring the mixture in the saucepan.

"I'll taste it."

I couldn't even move when he held my hand that was also holding a ladle before scooping up a little soup and tasting it.

Things happened so fast, I couldn't even breathe because his face was so close to mine and I could also feel his body pressed against my back. I was suddenly stunned, but I stopped myself from reacting.

"Hmm, are you sure you didn't taste it every now and then to make it taste perfect? ​​It's delicious," he commented after moving away from me a little bit.

I was able to breathe a little easier, now I also noticed that I was holding my breath. 'Hays, it's you Dylan who's going to kill me.'

I was unable to answer his question because of an inexplicable nervousness. "Are you okay Ry? Did yo