KEIRA’s POV

When Clint invited me to his place, I jumped at the opportunity. We were both occupied with work and school and barely had time for each other.

I walked into Clint's house, removed my coat, and placed it on the rack.

"Hey, why don't we eat dinner? I have this new recipe I would like to try. I hope you have enough groceries because-"

Clint's large, bulky arms wrapped around my waist, and I felt my back rest against his steely chest.

"We can talk about food ...