Vivica’s POV
The meal was ready. He made crepes with vegetables and meat fillings.
Adrian wrapped two sizable pieces and arranged them in a black ceramic dish. His knees brushed against mine as he sat directly opposite me on the side of the counter.
“Dinner is served.” He glanced at me with a subtle smile as he placed the plate on the counter.
All of those didn’t matter to me yet, I was still recovering from the jolts of electricity, his knees brushing against mine sent down my spine.
“Paper towels,” he snapped. “I totally forgot we needed them.He grabbed a pack of paper towels and placed them to the side.
He took one wrap and bit into it. With his mouth full, he mumbled. “What are you waiting for?”
“I’m not hungry. Enjoy your dinner.”
“Have a bite, at least, and tell me what you
