The two chatted casually, then Tessa stood up to go to the kitchen, "I'm making lunch for you, what do you want to eat?"
"Anything's fine." Silas followed Tessa to the kitchen, and seeing the spacious kitchen couldn't help but mutter, "Damn, this kitchen is bigger than my bedroom."
Tessa teased, "Then why don't you move into the kitchen?"
"I'd rather stay in my dog house."
"Alright, hurry up and go watch TV for a bit, the food will be ready soon."
Silas left, and Tessa started cooking.
As she was making the last dish, Faye walked in and hugged her from behind, his large hands resting on her waist, "Now that your brother's here, you're cooking yourself."
He whispered in her ear, his voice slightly sour, his movements full of flirtation.
"As if you've never eaten what I've cooked," feeling Faye's embrace tightening, she turned off the heat, twisted her body, and faced him: "Stop messing around."
