Chapter Fifteen
We arrived at her apartment, holding hands and went straight to her kitchen, our stomach grumbling. Since she had had eyesight back, with sunglasses, Alicia banished me from the kitchen and whipped us up a meal. I was sitting on the couch, trying to watch the TV and ignore the delicious smells coming from the kitchen. She surprised me by stepping over the back of the couch and sitting down beside me, placing a bowl of steaming beef stew in my lap. The flavor exploded in my mouth with the first spoonful and I couldn’t help but moan.
“Oh my god, Ally, this is fantastic,”
“Thank you,” she said, blushing with pride “My dad taught me to cook before he died, we used to cook together all the time,”
“That must have been nice,” I muttered, leaning into her shoulder and watching
