Rose’s POV
Dean and I finish making the ravioli together. It was actually kind of nice to cook with him.
“Joel can you tell everyone the food is ready?” I ask.
“Sure thing.” He heads off into the other room.
“I’ve never made pasta from scratch before.” Dean says.
“How much cooking have you done?” I ask.
“Alright you got me. None.”
“You aren’t bad, you’re good at following directions.” I tease him.
“As long as you’re the one directing me.” I feel my cheeks get warm. Dean making me blush? I turn towards the sink and start washing the dishes, he’s not going to see me blush. The guys pile into the kitchen and grab a plate. It’s nice to see them all getting along. The meal was lively with all the guys talking and goofing around. I loved hearing all of their different stories from jobs
