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Thirty-Nine: The Taste of Risks
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2025-06-21 15:30:57Adam Lewiston
The cursor blinked at the center of the screen.I sat motionless in my office, one elbow resting on the arm of my chair, fingers lightly pressed against my lips—still remembering the way Lu's lips had felt against mine. Soft, warm, real. A fleeting moment stolen in his apartment.The silence around me was absolute, but inside my head, it was anything but. A cacophony of objections from my logical, calculating self, drowned out by a persistent, almost desperate yearning. My eyes remained fixed on the page in front of me. Le Cordon Bleu – New York Campus. One of the most prestigious culinary schools in the country. No—the most prestigious. And one of the most expensive, of course.It wasn’t the tuition fees that had me hesitating. It was the look I imagined on Lu’s face if he ever saw this. That wide-eyed mix of disbelief and joy. The same look he'd worn when I'd surprised him with a new, industrial-grade blender for the truck, replaci
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