GWEN
Malcolm prepares a sweet dish of lasagna. When I take the first spoonful, a moan leaves my mouth and I realize how hungry I am. He watches me eat, and it is then it occurs to me he's waiting for a review of his cooking. I stifle a smile.
He's so adorable.
Odd. Adorable is never a word I'd use to describe Malcolm. He is too intense. The raw edge radiating from that mountainous body would give anyone pause... But as he stands there, elbows on the counter, steel grey eyes watching me expectantly, I can't stop a part of my heart from melting.
"This is so good," I say around a full mouth.
Tension leaves his body, and this time I don't hide my smile.
As soon as I take the last bite of the food, he scoops me up in his arms. I squeal. "Where are we going?"
"My room."