Professor Dearest
I sight softly, feeling that hard peel and then, the softest flesh of red apple touch my tongue, an outburst of flavors exploding in my lips.
“I love this. Oughh! This taste so much better than all the other apples I’ve had,” I confess.
Matteo chuckles, his hands brushing my cheeks. “This is a different variety. It can only be found in this area of the country. I had one of my men search it.” He explains.
“Oh! Don’t tempt me, they’ll soon become one of my favorite things to munch on,” I tease.
Matteo’s gaze is intense as he nods his head, making mental notes to himself. “If you like it, I’ll have them delivered to the house at all times that way you have something to always munch on,” he adm