Chapter 25. Please allow me to want you

"I wonder about the condition of the kitchen in your apartment." River suddenly said without looking at me.

I sat on a bar stool, leaning against the counter and looking at River who was preparing ravioli. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt that was quite thin, making his shoulder blades pop out when his hands made certain movements. A black apron hugged his body from the front. I've never thought of wanting to be an apron before.

"Pretty neat, of course." Because there was almost never any activity in there... if you don't count having sex as one of the common activities in the kitchen.

"I'll check it myself sometime," he said, and then his hand movements stopped for a moment. I'm sure he didn't expect those words to come out of his mouth.

Don't check my kitchen. Don't come into my house. Don't say things that seem to suggest that our relationship is that of a normal couple. We're not even a couple. We're just two people who have a common goal and work together to make it happe