Davina's POV
We danced around the kitchen together, that sharp edge from before dissolving into something softer.
I diced vegetables while Irvin handed me bowls, plates, whatever I needed. He kept trying to steal bits of chicken when I wasn't watching, so I swatted his hand with my wooden spoon.
"Hey! That's sabotage!" I protested, laughing despite myself.
"Just checking for poison," he said, that cocky grin spreading across his face.
"Liar."
His laughter filled the kitchen, rich and warm. Everything felt so... normal. Like we did this every day.
If this is some kind of dream, I never want it to end.
I feel lighter with him now, my chest isn't tight anymore. Irvin actually likes me. It sounds like pure fantasy, but somehow it's my life now.
When I heard him defend me against Caroline like that, something shifted inside me. I'm going to let myself love this man the way I've been dying to for years.
