Page 92 of Sinful Ruin

Hope that I’ll love it.

Worry that I’ll hate it.

What do I feel?

How do I react to this?

Other than my mother and sister, I’ve never had someone do something like this for me. It’s fucking weird.

But there’s also this warmth that spreads through my chest.

A feeling I’ve never experienced.

What is Genesis doing to me?

First, she has me saving her ass, then coming home because she misses me, and nowthis?

She didn’t do this for me out of calculation.

Unlike me, Genesis doesn’t do favors because she wants something back for them.

She did this for me because she cares.

“Julian,” she breathes out, breaking me from my thoughts.

I clear my throat. “It smells delicious, and I’m sure it tastes just as amazing.”

She inches closer, picks up the spoon, drags it through the sauce, and scoops some into it.

“Taste test it for me.” She holds it out for me to taste.

I debate doing what she asked.

But with the way she’s looking at me, there’s no damn way I can deny her. Leaning in, I taste the sauce and can’t stop myself from groaning. She leaves the spoon in my mouth for a moment, standing on her tiptoes so the spoon doesn’t fall from her hand.

It tastes goddamn amazing.

So similar to my mother’s, like she was making it alongside her.

When my mother did teach someone to cook—and she was picky with who she did it with—she always took her time. She’d show them step by step with patience.

“What do you think?” she asks, falling back on her heels as the spoon leaves my mouth.

“Delicious.” I lick my lips. “My mother would have been fucking proud.”

Genesis beams at the compliment.

Like I told her she was beautiful in a million different ways.

“Oh shit,” she says, rushing over to the opposite side of me.

Spaghetti is in another pot, about to boil over. I hurriedly grab the handle and take the pot, moving it to a cool burner, as she turns off the flame.

She’s the first to ever cook in this kitchen since I bought the place.

I only have pots and pans because the interior designer insisted on it.

I’ve never sat down and enjoyed a home-cooked meal here.

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