He led the way into the kitchen with me trailing slowly behind him, I got tempted to stomp my feet on the floor like a child but I decided against it.
What could going into the kitchen hurt anyways?
I ran my fingers across the beautiful designs on the walls as we headed to the kitchen, tiny roses were sketched into the wall, the patterns grazing my fingers soothingly, leaving cold and tiny tingles behind.
We finally reached the kitchen, he went straight to the fridge and pulled it open while I took the opportunity to look around and take in my fill of the kitchen.
The counter was what intrigued me the most, the first part looked way higher than the opposite part, making it look like where couples might decide to make out, it has a sexy kinda aura, while the other part is lower, lower enough for cooking stuffs and Ingredients could be prepared on.
