His Hired Lover
All the walls he’d built suddenly came crumbling down—and that somehow scared him.
“In our beloved country, the Philippines,” she started with an exaggerated expression, holding up a glistening shrimp, “eating with your hands isn’t just about food. It’s about connection. It’s how you eat at home, with family.” She popped the shrimp into her mouth and wiped her fingers on the edge of her napkin. “There’s even a word for it—kamayan. It means ‘by hand.’ No utensils, just you and the food. The action makes the meal feel more alive.”
Rios tilted his head, watching her, amazed by how she sat across from him looking so unapologetic and dripping in sauce.
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