Page 145 of Bastian

Oh…

I blush.

I seriously blush like a lovesick fool.

Trying my best to disguise my reaction to him because the cocky bastard finds great pleasure when he makes me blush or swoon, I quickly change the subject when the delicious goodness of the flatbread hits my taste buds. “What is this?”

“Socca. It’s like a rustic flatbread and pancake rolled into one treat.” He replies, while taking a bite himself. French cuisine is truly one of the best. Simple yet elegant. My type.

Wiping my mouth with a white cloth napkin, I point to the next plate. Damn, I’m hungry tonight. In my defense, I’ve been craving junk food all day.

“Those are French cheese puffs.” He places the small plate in front of me. “They are made with cream puff dough that yields a crisp outer shell. Inside, there’s a soft interior loaded with cheese.”

And that’s how we spend the next half hour. Me stuffing my face, and Sebastian explaining all that is going in my mouth while watching me eat.

A bit later, the servers come out to refill our drinks, water, and iced tea. Since I can’t drink, Sebastian is being sympathetic and has iced tea with me.

I do miss wine, though.

So much.

A delicious and odd-as-hell-looking pizza is placed on the table between us. Sebastian whispers something to one of the servers before turning back to me. “What was that about?” I ask curiously.

Leaning forward, he cuts into what looks like a chocolate pizza and serves me a piece. Damn, that looks good. “Maurice asked for the recipe.”

I blinked. “How would you know it? Why didn’t he ask the chef?”

“Tonight, I was the chef.” He shrugs as if it’s nothing.

“You can cook?” My eyes narrow. “No way.”

“Yes, way.” He smirks. “Take a bite. It was my mother’s recipe.”

His mother’s recipe…

I was going to tease him about how you don’t serve pizza in French cuisine, but the fact that he cooked all of this today for me and even shared a plate his mother used to make, warms my heart. Taking a bite, my eyes almost roll to the back of my head with how delicious it is. “May I ask what prompted you to cook French appetizers and pizza?” I smile softly at him, enjoying the way he eats his slice as if he’s reliving a warm and sweet memory.

“I wanted you to enjoy dinner without feeling nauseous.” He takes another bite. “I know how you have a weird chocolate fetish.” He teases.

He’s not wrong.

I love chocolate like Ellaiza loves cupcakes.

I swear I can eat chocolate all day and in all forms.

A fact Sebastian never forgets. It’s sweet of him and sweet Sebastian will always be my favorite.

No, that’s not true.

As much as I enjoy his tender and sweet side that he shows only to me and Ella. Savage, cocky, and downright disrespectful Sebastian takes the number one spot of my favorite sides of him. It’s sick, I know.

Oh, well.

We eat in silence for a couple of minutes before I speak up.“Hey, Sebastian.”

“Yes, love?”

“Tell me something no one knows about you.”

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