“Maybe I do. But it’s always nicer to worry with a full stomach.” He grinned at her and got up. “Come on.”
Robb almost cringed when he saw his fridge. Ninety percent empty. Lucky for him and Jeyne, he had two tomatoes and some cheese, as well as some bread in the wall cabinet, so the sandwiches plan was still intact. He carried all the elements to the counter and started putting in practice his Impressive Cooking Skills as Jeyne sat on the kitchen island, her legs swinging. He looked at her for a moment before lowering his gaze to the food again, flushing. It would be so easy to fall for her one more time, he thought. Jeyne was everything someone could ever want: beautiful, kind, funny, smart. When he’d been a kid with no other thought in his mind apart from growing up to be just like his dad, he’d imagined that with some luck he’d find some day a girl he liked enough to marry, a wife to come home to, a mother to his kids. Jeyne had been that girl for him.
The problem was, Jeyne wasn’t who he wanted anymore.
“My mother would scream if she saw us right now, you know.” He licked some tomato juice off his thumb, looking at Jeyne amusedly before going back to his work. “She thinks I’m a disaster in the kitchen, and she’s right I guess. She’s always hoped I marry a girl who knows how to cook. I know how much you like take-out so that would have been a bit of a disappointment for her if I had proposed like I was… planning…” he trailed off, horrified.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
“True, true.” Jeyne nodded knowingly, saluting after Robb guided her all the way to the kitchen. She regarded him fondly as his hands moved over ingredients as if he actually had an idea of what to do. Both of them had been completely useless at the kitchen at the time they were dating, and even if Robb tried to improve a little, Jeyne always went for the easy way out: take out food. Her feet crisscrossed in front of her while she smiled at them, absorbed in memories. Jeyne had always been a cheerful person despite all adversities, but she had to admit that her happiest times were always spent with Robb. They were friends now, really good friends, and in some ways it was the same way as before but in some it wasn’t. It really wasn’t. Jeyne was happy Robb had found someone after her, because she sure hadn’t.
“Would she, really?” she replied, snapping out of memories that were best left at the back of her head. Stealing a slice of cheese from Robb’s hand, Jeyne instantly noticed the abrupt change in the atmosphere, and how her heart was beating too fast for comfort. Had Robb just admitted to the possibility of marrying her so long ago? She felt her breathing go shallow, and words failed to come out of her mouth, which was something that never happened to Jeyne Westerling.
She buried her face in her hands, sighing. “When?” she asked, hoping he would get the question because she was too stunned to come up with full sentences.