C35 And yet, you’re still here

He stretched his arm along the back of the couch, his fingers almost grazing my hair. I pressed my lips together, struggling to think of something to say, before blurting out, “I ordered dinner.”

Ezekiel smiled, exuding effortless composure.

“I appreciate that,” he said with a soft chuckle.

“Though I’ve been thinking... maybe I should hire a maid.”

“What?” I snapped