TWENTY-THREE

“He cooks!”

“It’s so cute.”

“It’s hot.”

“He indeed is a multi-tasker.”

I regretted the moment when I opened my mouth and detailed every feature of him, I came across with two nights before. They came last night after their small trip to the farmhouse. They showed me the pictures while I showed them how my tongue worked.

“He is so arrogant. He just wanted to prove that he could win every challenge.” I made a sour face as I told them that I won the challenge by not giving him anything and they still were swooning over the part that he cooked for me.

“But still…” Areej rolled her eyes. “He cooked. That’s what I need. If he had ever cooked for me, I would have married him the very next second.” She added the last part with enthusiasm.

You wouldn’t if you ever come across that dark side of him.

I just thought about that as he was scary and they all knew about that. But they were scared of his rage and anger and I feared more about the darkness that his eyes consumed. As if the forest was d