CHAPTER 9: Lunch box

I finished fixing myself before I strolled to the kitchen. I was surprised to see Reeve on the kitchen, shirtless while cooking.

Holy hell.

I have the full view of his broad shoulders and his sculpted muscles of his back. The sunlight streaming through the windows overlaid his skin, emphasizing its natural bronze glow. From here, I can see a tattoo on the back of his right arm and his nape.

A pair of wings on his back.

In his arms, A dog tag that looks like it was hanging on his arms like how you wear a bracelet. And below the dog tag are small flying birds. Naka-according to height 'yong mga ibon.

It was strangely attractive.

His only wearing black pajamas and the pants rode just low enough to send my imagination in all sorts of X-rated directions. I couldn't imagine that seeing a man cook topless could be this sexy.

I watched him in silence, fascinated by how fineness he moved. He's really a chef, huh? I'm curious how many women have already watched him cook without any clothes on.