Days have passed since our forced marriage, and here I am now, living under the same roof with my best friend and now my husband.

With a sly grin, I watched him cook dinner for the first time and couldn't help but chuckle in amusement at his visible discomfort in the kitchen.

"I hope you won't blow up the kitchen."

I chuckled in amusement before opening the fridge to grab a can of soda.