AMOUR

Chapter 19.

ROYA

After Denver was not hungry anymore we headed up to the apartment to find out that Ian and Anna haven't returned yet, which was expected since probably must've just left.

I put the groceries away and started on the food which Jordan and Denver went inside Ian's room. To do what? I have no fucking clue. Just when I was marinating the chicken and cottage cheese, they come back shirtless and wear fucking aprons over their bare chests as if they were going to cook the major dishes. This made me scoff and they looked up at me as they finished tying the knots behind their backs.

"Any problems?" Denver asks, both eyebrows raised and the glint of mischief in his eyes just asking me to get in trouble.

"No," I shake my head while biting my lower lip, knowing exactly what I was doing. And as I thought, both of their eyes lowered right on time to notice the action.

I turned around to work on the chicken again and felt someone come up behind me. I knew it from his cologne that it was Jordan. He pressed himself into my back making me very aware of how huge he is, while picking up the pizza kit from the counter. And just like that, he was gone.

Great. I'm going to be working with two Greek Gods in my tiny kitchen, alone.

"Pasta and fries will be cooked last since it's the fastest and we'll put the pizzas in the oven whenever we feel like, I'll start on the gravy and looks like you guys are going to prepare the dough?" I explain and question since they clearly aren't patient enough to wait for me.

"Yup," Jordan gives me a tight lipped smile, opening the box.

We worked for over an hour without any disturbances, surprisingly. It took the guys some time to understand what they had to do but they managed the dough well and kept it aside. Just as I had finished cooking the gravy Ian and Anna entered with the alcohol that shouldn't have taken this long.

"I smell fucking amazing food," Anna enters the kitchen sniffing like a dog.

"Because there is fucking amazing food," I say, "when are the others coming?" I ask Ian.

"They are on their way," he says, "Dave is picking them up and the extras will follow him in another car," he explains.

"Okay-"

"Whoa, did you two cook?" Anna cuts me off and asks Denver and Jordan who are leaning on the counter.

"We're making a pizza," Jordan says with a fake grin making Anna's eyebrows shoot up.

"Please tell me you're making a pizza," She turns to me.

"Can't, they're making it," I shrug.

"Ugh, I'm eating the other stuff then," she groans and goes into the living room. Ian follows her laughing. Whipped.

"We don't mind, it's for you after all," Jordan comes up and stands in front of me.

I look down, trying to hide my blush but I'm pretty sure they see it. I clear my throat and look up, asking, "Sauce?" and we get to work.

Another hour of work later in the kitchen which involved Jordan and Denver watching me cook with shirts on, we're done. The others arrived half an hour ago and now we're deciding on a movie because we all have so similar tastes.

"Let's watch conjuring,"

"No we're watching Up,"

"I don't wanna cry,"

"Well I cry from horror movies,"

"I wanna watch La la land,"

"No!"