My Forbidden Fruit
I quickly turned back to the pan, pretending to concentrate while my heart did somersaults.
Antonio walked in then, still in a half-unbuttoned shirt and pants, his hair a mess. “Lily, my love,” he said dramatically, kissing my cheek as he grabbed a tomato off the cutting board. “You’re a vision. A goddess in an apron.”
“Get out of my vegetables, you ridiculous man,” Lily said, smacking his hand lightly as he stole another one.
“You see what I live with?” Lily muttered to me with a conspiratorial grin.
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