"Your presence always makes me feel safe." I set down my fork. I'd eaten every last drop of the pasta.
It wasn't just because I was hungry. It was because I still craved his company.
*****
The first time I'd had pasta he made was on a night just like this.
His mom had just been buried. My mom, Elowen Pearson, was worried Dylan would fall apart. She said she was going on a business trip and had no one to look after me, so she asked him to stay over.
To be honest, Elowen was way too relaxed about it. I was a young girl, after all. Was it really okay to let a guy my age stay with me?
Not long after dinner, my stomach rumbled at the worst possible time.
He said, "Nothing's open for delivery this late."
I blushed. I'd eaten a lot that night, but I still felt hungry for some reason.
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