Eva's POV

"Did you make this pasta?" I inquired, looking at Mark with a startling gaze.

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It was already turned into dinner time when I came down to check on him and, of course, food.

I took just a few steps of stairs when my attention was caught by Mark, who came out of the kitchen with two plates of pasta in his hands.

He is on the apron that mom used for cooking.

My eyes drooled over him from head to toe as I pressed my lips tightly.

How could he look too attractive on the apron? ...