Layla's POV
"I am cooking and thinking at the same time." I said and slightly pushing Hunter away from me.
"That blank look is something though. Makes me think that your astral projecting or something." He said and positioned himself in the kitchen counter. He observed me in lazy eyes as I moved around the kitchen. I could felt his gaze towards me and I tried ignoring it throughout my cooking.
Good thing that his phone rang for a caller that he left from the kitchen to get it. He stood tall in front of the window as he took the call. He was talking in low tone that I can't really hear anything from him. So I concentrated on what I was doing.
A while later, Hunter came back, placing his phone on the counter.
"You can really sit there and wait, you know?" I said to him.
" I like watching you cooking," he said.
"That's such a creepy statement," I said to him.
"Oh, is it?" He said.
