RIVER
Later that evening, even though I was itching to understand what Taylor meant in the morning, I had managed to spend the day keeping the recurring voice out of my head. By the time I am done hiking up the hill, all I wish for is to taste the rice and kimchi I had last night, and even with the hospitality of the boys, I do not think my social skills could carry me successfully for one night.
I enter the house, and a pot seems to be sizzling on the stove while no one is in sight. I walk up to the pot and peep in through the glass cover. Spaghetti is boiling in the pot, and I am not sure if it is supposed to be boiling for this long.
"What are you doing, sweetheart?"
"Ah!" I scream, startled by how close he is to me, and I push myself back, my legs betraying me and my body going hea
