Kayden
This sucks. I wanted to scream it out loud, but instead I hissed as the oil in the pan popped, stinging my forearm.
I hate cooking. I had never cooked before, and I didn't understand what Rhys was doing.
"What the hell is his problem?" I muttered as I grabbed the spatula and began moving the chicken around, my hands shaking as I fumbled with it uncoordinatedly.
What the hell is wrong with him? I glanced back and saw him standing at the kitchen entrance, staring at me.
I jumped in fright, almost knocking the spoon over, because he was half naked. That stupid captain was barely wearing anything. He had only briefs on and was smirking as he watched me make a complete mess of his kitchen.
Does he have two personalities? I thought as I turned back to the chicken, which was already starting to burn.
