Chapter 13

Alana’s POV. "What do you plan on making?" I inquired, my eyes following him as he headed towards the mini kitchen. Seeing him cook shirtless had been one thing, but now I was about to witness him cook in a dress shirt. It had the potential to heat this room in more ways than one. "Well, with the ingredients we have here, I can make a Philly cheesesteak," Alec suggested, grabbing a drink from the fridge, which happened to be my favorite soda. He offered me one too. "That sounds perfect," I decided, my craving for a Philly cheesesteak growing stronger. I'd never admit it out loud, but in the weeks leading up to my wedding, I'd been cutting back on certain foods to look my best. "Can I help with something?" "Just sit there and look pretty," he replied, lifting me and placing me on the counter. "Well, that's not too hard." I smirked and sipped my soda. "So, do you ever cook?" Alec asked as he moved around in the kitchen. "Not really. I prefer baking, and most of the time, I make s