YELENA

“Oh yes, right!” Tristan pulled back suddenly, stepping away from me as he’d just remembered something urgent.

His hand reached the gas, switched it off, and immediately a rush of steam escaped from the pot, filling the kitchen with that warm, rich scent that made my stomach growl despite myself.

I didn’t even realize when I had walked closer, drawn in by the smell.

It was… inviting. Even though it had burnt a little, the aroma wrapped around me, soft and strong at the ...