VI.I somehow made it look easy, running into the kitchen to rescue a forgotten dish on the stove and turning it into something edible.
He has a way of distracting me just with his presence. I can't believe I'm here in his house, after all we've been through.
Throughout the process of finally boiling the pasta, before plating it all up, he kept eyeing me. Almost in awe, as if I was performing some kind of magic. I wonder if it was the knowledge that I'm not wearing anything underneath this T-shirt, or for another reason. Maybe I'll gather the courage to ask later.
Now that we're done and the dishes have been cleared away, we're back on the sofa, exploring the eclectic, weird and wonderful collection of music on his phone. One earbud each, we take turns to scroll through the song list and
