Sunny bites down on her lip. My blood runs cold. Memories flash before my eyes. “I’ll learn to cook.” “Don’t bother, baby. I’ll cook for you.” “You spoil me, Drake.” “It’s what I love to do.” “How about this? We’ll have a rule. You cook. I clean.” “Deal. As long as you throw in an apron that says ‘kiss the cook’.” “I can’t wait to be your wife.” “One day, baby. One day.”
