Chapter 155: Do You Think I'm Cheap?

I was busy in the kitchen, moving from stove to counter like it was a race. My body ached from a long day at work, and now here I was making dinner for Arthur. Strangely enough, I didn't mind. He'd done so much for my family. Whatever his reasons, the help was real, and I couldn't forget that. I stirred the pot, a small smile tugging at my lips. That was when I felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist. Arthur's chin brushed my shoulder, his warm breath grazing my neck. "Arthur, what are you doing? I'm cooking," I said softly, my voice betraying the nerves prickling under my skin. He didn't answer. He just held me, solid and silent, like this was the most natural thing in the world. For a second, I froze. This was new. The first time he'd touched me without it being about sex. Something strange flickered in my chest before I could stop it. Then his voice cut through that moment. Smooth, lazy, and wicked. "You know, we've known each other for a while, but we've never done it in