"Burn what?" Donovan asks with a devilish grin. "I'd love to kiss and make it all better."
"Please, I could make grilled cheese in my sleep." I plate the first one, perfectly golden brown. "See?"
Seth steals half before I can stop him. "Damn, she can cook too. We're keeping her."
My heart swells as they bicker over the remaining sandwiches. How did I get so lucky? This weird, wonderful dynamic between us just works.
"Save some for me," I protest as they devour the last sandwich.
"Make more," Donovan suggests with a grin.
"Make your own, you heathens."
"But yours are better," Seth pouts.
I roll my eyes, but I'm already reaching for more bread. "You guys are impossible."
"Yeah," Corey agrees, kissing my shoulder. "But you love it."
And I do. God help me, I really do.
