Page 57 of Unforeseen Love

When he pulls back, his eyes fixate on my face, and I see the truth in his words. The moment which only seconds ago was light has now turned heavy. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and right here, I feel like he’s entirely open for me. I can’t even form a response.

He tilts his head and leans in until his lips meet mine, sucking my lower lip between his and then biting it oh-so-slowly. And damn if I don’t want him. When he pulls away, he kisses the tip of my nose.

“Later,” he says, his voice full of promise. “But first, you can show me how you make this lasagne.”

It takes me a few seconds to clear my head and for his words to catch up with me… right, lasagne. I laugh and gently push at his chest, but his eyes turn dark. “Keep smiling like that and I’ll drag you to your room, and we can skip straight to dessert.”

Swallowing hard, I squeeze my thighs together.Fuck me.

What is it about this man that completely throws off my equilibrium?

The hiss of water draws my attention back to the hob, and I quickly turn it down before it overflows.

My hands shake when I pick up the tongs and gently separate the sheets. Theo’s heat warms me from the inside out as his chest brushes against my back, his head peering over my shoulder.

“Am I making you nervous?”

I shake my head and then nod. “Maybe a little.” Part of me wants to act like he doesn’t, but it would be a lie, and even if I said otherwise, I’m pretty sure he’d see straight through my facade.

“Is that a good or a bad thing?”

I turn my head to the side and hold his gaze. “It’s a good thing, definitely a good thing.”

His eyes are akin to an ardent glow right before his lips capture mine, only this time in a fierce and searing kiss. When we finally pull apart, my entire body is a withering mess. I have no idea how the hell we’re supposed to make it through dinner without giving in to temptation.

If a person could be an aphrodisiac, I am pretty sure it’s this man right here, and I am well and truly fucked, in every sense of the word.

He gives me a knowing smile, and if I weren’t still on a high from that kiss, I’d give him sass over it. Theo watches everything I do with rapt attention as I line the dish with each layer before taking it from me and placing it into the oven.

I pull on the rubber gloves as I fill the sink and start washing up when he saddles up beside me.

“Now, let’s talk about what we should have for dessert.”

I don’t miss the innuendo in his words or the smirk on his face as he opens the cupboard beside me.

ChapterThirty-Six

Theo

No one expected lockdown to be extended, a few weeks at best, and yet, here we are, nearly two months later.

And why have so many been furloughed? There are still so many of us under the pressure of not having enough hours in a day, or staff.

Sienna walks out into the living room, and I have to stifle my groan. She’s wearing my T-shirt I discarded in her room last night. She’s unaware of the effect she has on me.

She’s tenderly touching the arch of her nose, and I know the protective masks aren’t helping. Rising to my feet, I go to the kitchen and wash my hands, shaking my head that society has to be fucking reminded to do something like this in the twenty-first century.

Drying them off, I retrieve the first aid kit from the cupboard and find Sienna slumped on the sofa.

“Is it sore?” I ask, kneeling in front of her, taking her face in my hand and turning it from side to side.

“Yeah, a bit.” She shuffles and tucks her feet beneath her.

I give her a chaste kiss on the lips and then rummage around in the first aid kit until I find the antiseptic cream.

“Voila.”

She reaches out to take it from me, but I shake my head and unscrew the cap, beckoning her forward with my forefinger. I gently apply it over her sore and where her skin is damaged. I screw the lid back on and drop it in the bag before returning it to the kitchen.

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