Date = 8 November
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
POV - Melaena
My nose wriggles at the scent of garlic and melted cheese, and if I’m not mistaken, something caramelized in sugar. “Smells good.” My stomach purrs.
He slouches over the counter, opens some tinfoil, and sinks his pearly-whites into a big piece of cheesy garlic bread. Moaning, he closes his eyes. “Mm, good.”
My mouth waters.
He polishes off the leftover piece, puts on some lemon-green mitts, and removes two glass dishes from the oven before placing them on the counter next to the bread and potato salad. I stare at the food. Chicken pie and sweet sugary carrots. Not what I was expecting.
But better.
“I thought your mom brought takeaways.” He laughs and I hate that I love the way it sounds.
“Oh, honey, Haley Grim
