Vlad grabbed the apron from the hook and stepped behind Chloe, whose hands were busy chopping vegetables on the cutting board.
Although she had only cooked once or twice a week back in the village, her movements were still as skillful and swift as Elaria's.
Vlad carefully draped the apron over her front, making sure not to interfere with her busy hands. He slipped the upper strap over her head, letting it rest around her neck, before reaching around her waist and tying the two loose ends into a neat knot behind her back.
Chloe felt her back press against his broad chest as he leaned closer. His mischievous hands found their way around her abdomen, and he rested his chin on her shoulder.
The knife in her hand stopped mid-motion, her breath hitching at his touch. "Vlad... I'm holding a knife. It's dangerous," she murmured in a low voice.
