Chapter 105
Chapter 105
(Sabrina’s POV)
Three months pass in a flash.
In these three months, Ethan and I become more than a mere boyfriend and girlfriend, as he starts living with us.
Now Jake is standing on a step stool in my kitchen, wearing my apron over his Spider-Man pajamas, and he has batter in his hair.
“You said medium heat,” he tells Ethan, pointing the spatula like a weapon.
“That is medium heat.”
“Then why is it smoking?”
Ethan looks at the pan. Looks at Jake. “That’s just… steam.”
“That’s not steam. Steam is white. That’s gray. Gray means burning.” Jake turns to me in the doorway with the expression of a man seeking a second opinion. “Mom. Is gray steam or burning?”
“Burning,” I say.
Ethan moves the pan off the burner without argument, and Jake makes a sound of pure vindication that echoes off every surface in my small kitchen.
A cabinet door is hanging open.
There’s a dusting of flour on the floor that wasn’t there an hour ago, and the mixing bowl is sitting in the sink because apparently nobody thought about where to put it during the pouring stage.
The paper towel roll has been completely unspooled and is currently draped over the faucet like a flag of surrender.
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