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... I hissed as the oil in the pan popped, stinging my forearm.
I hate cooking. I had never cooked before, and I didn’t understand what Rhys was doing.
"What the hell is his problem?" I muttered as I grabbed the spatula and began moving the chicken around, my hands shaking as I fumbled with it uncoordinatedly.
What the hell is wrong with him? I glanced back and saw him standing at the kitchen entrance, staring at me.
I jumped in fright, almost knocking the spoon over, ...
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