Darcy would say it had been quite an amazing week. There was nothing to be worried about. The only thing they needed to do was to get their food and keep the place clean—to which Cayden contributed the most and of course, it goes without adding, lots and lots of touches involved here and there with no bounds of time.
Cayden was yet again frying the fish and Darcy observed him from behind. She had been constantly trying to learn how he did the frying thing so precisely, but she never got it right. After almost burning the whole kitchen after demandingly trying to cook the fish, Cayden had strictly forbidden her from touching the stove even for a single second.
Darcy, who was still standing behind Cayden, turned her gaze boringly from the fish and it landed on Cayden's nape where a purplish red blot was decorating his skin and she smirked at the beauty of her work.
