Adeline’s POV
The kitchen smelled like ginger, broth, and the sweetness of steamed rice when I cleaned up the next day. It was a happy feeling and it got me thinking instantly about the last time I had been this happy.
Vincent showed up in a fitted black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing forearms dusted with dark hair. He looked like sin wrapped in silk, and I suddenly felt very aware of the way my dress clung to my hips.
We ate steak frites for him, duck confit for me and drank wine that tasted like blackberries and temptation. His foot brushed against mine under the table, once, twice, until I didn’t pull away anymore.
“You’re dangerous,” I murmured, swirling my wine.
“Why’s that?” His voice was a purr.
“Because you say things like ‘wear something easy to
