“You know what else is an essential life skill? Living,” Xavier teased. “I’m concerned any future baking attempts will result in your kitchen burning down.” “Very funny.” I tossed a balled-up napkin at him. “Next time, you try to bake.” “I’m good. I know where my talents lie, and it’s not in the kitchen.” His arm rested on the back of the couch, his fingertips grazing my shoulder. “But you don’t need to cook for me, Luna. I’m happy ordering in.” “Because restaurants do it better?” “Well, yeah.” He laughed when I knocked my knee against his in reproach, but a smile broke through my
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