Katelyn’s POV
I took out ingredients from the fridge and made my way to the kitchen cabinet.
I grumble, but I can't avoid this task, making a meal, it was already time for dinner and I was famished too, but cooking for him was the last thing I planned on doing.
If it was the previous day, I would have gladly prepared dinner for him, but after what he did to me.
I sighed heavily as I put the spaghetti in the boiling water and stirred it, covering the pot. I turned to chop the ingredients I had brought out only for my gaze to meet that of Ryan standing by the kitchen doorway.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him with a frown, and in my right hand I was holding a knife.
"What else?" He said nonchalantly, leaning on the wall. "Making sure you don't poison me." He said simply.
I scoffe
