Chapter 103 Keeping Up The Lie

• "Where's the flour?"
• "Top left cupboard, first shelf."
• Tyrone nodded and dug through the cabinet, his fingers snapping shut on haphazard objects as he hurried to find the flour. I was secretly famished by the way his back muscles coiled around every movement, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was deliberately wearing a shirt so tight it would cause me a heart attack. I didn't see him staring at me over his shoulders since I was too preoccupied with examining him.