Chapter Twenty-One
Stone
After dinner, I cleaned up the kitchen while Jessa completed her classwork. Music played softly as we finished up the day’s work. Just as I started the dishwasher, she closed her laptop. “Done.”
I’d never heard such a beautiful word in my life. “Me too.”
Moving toward her, she smiled as I turned the barstool she was sitting on around until she was facing me. Her hands moved over my cheeks as she gazed into my eyes. “I think I should kiss the cook for the fine meal he made and the ultra-romantic setting he put together. What do you think?”
“I think that’s the best idea I’ve ever heard in my entire life.” It felt as if I’d been waiting an eternity for this moment.
She pulled me to her, and our lips barely grazed, sending zaps of electricity shooting throughout
