Chapter 68 SUBMITTING TO MY ENEMY PART XVI

My cheeks warmed, and I hated myself for it. I shoved another bite into my mouth just to avoid answering. The pasta was still delicious, creamy with a hint of spice, the kind of meal that lingered on your tongue. I wanted to ask how he’d made it, but I bit my tongue. I didn’t want to give him the sa...

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