his hands and went to take tomatoes from the fridge.
“Can you pass me the cheese and set the table please. I'll get the pasta ready in a few,” I said peeling the tomato skin.
I heard him yell yes from the living room and continued my work.
Draining the pasta, I proceeded with the sauce.
“You know you look beautiful when you cook, right?” I smiled at the compliment and felt Adan looking at me with an intense look, making me reply verbally.
“Yup! I know, since certain someone says it every time he sees me cooking something.” He chuckled at my comment and stood right behind me.
I continued as it didn't affect my crazy going stomach butterflies as his hand slid around my waist.
“Well, that is because you look beautiful, Angel,” he whispered and a shiver ran down my Spain as I felt his
