“Will you teach me one day?” I press the napkins to my lips.
“Absolutely. It’s a process, but one that’s worth it.”
“It’s so good.” I chuckle.
“What?” he asks, taking a sip of his wine.
“I just can’t believe you cooked this. Maybe you’ve been holding out on me this entire time, and you’re secretly a chef.”
He coughs and shakes his head. “This is about the only thing I can make. Though, I feel like I could probably follow a recipe.”
“We all start somewhere,” I tease. “But this is phenomenal. Paired with the wine. I don’t deserve this.”
“Yes, you do,” he declares. “This and more, and if I have to spend the next six months proving that to you, I will.”
“Is that a promise?”
“You bet your ass,” he taunts.
I chuckle, taking my garlic bread and scooping up the remaining sauce from my pl
