Cornelia's POV
The kitchen filled with incredible aromas as David prepared our meal. Despite claiming he lacked culinary skills, he moved through the space with practiced ease, every motion deliberate and skilled.
I perched at the counter, mesmerized by the sight before me. His bare torso commanded my attention completely. Each movement sent his muscles rippling beneath sun-kissed skin, perspiration trailing down his spine in tempting rivulets that made my mouth water for reasons having nothing to do with dinner.
"Keep staring like that and you might actually set me on fire with those eyes," he murmured without turning around.
Heat flooded my cheeks as I quickly averted my gaze, searching desperately for something else to focus on besides his devastating physique. A troubling thought suddenly surfaced through my distraction.
"How is my mother doing?" The words escaped as barely a whisper.
