I sat there for a few moments before Alexander returned from the kitchen.
He was wearing an apron.
The sight caught me off guard.
I found myself glancing over more than once from the sofa.
After coming home, he had only removed his coat, leaving the black shirt underneath. The top buttons were casually undone, his sleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing strong forearms dusted with faint veins. He was still wearing tailored suit pants, and the contrast between his polished, elite appearance and the plain kitchen apron was strangely striking.
Alexander noticed my gaze and curved his lips slightly.
"What are you looking at?"
I quickly turned my head, warmth rising to my face.
"Nothing."
"Nothing worth mentioning."i added
"Then why are you blushing?"
His smile deepened, but i didn't reply. He turned and went back toward the kitchen.
A little later, he came out carrying two plates of pasta, followed by several side dishes.
Everything looked unexpectedly exquisite.
