Temptation

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The timer on the oven went off.

"There's nothing left for me in New York." His expression grew dark. He got up and went back into the kitchen. He grabbed the casserole dish with a pair of potholders and brought it back to the table. Why did he look mad at me? He told me I could ask him a few questions. He put a scoop of the dish on my plate. It was penne noodles, chicken, and vodka sauce.

I didn't pick up my fork. "So, the move is permanent now?" I held my breath as I waited for his answer.

He gave me a smile. "I believe so."

Yes! "What made you change your mind?"

"You."

I looked down at my plate. He was probably just joking, but I felt my face blush regardless. I laughed awkwardly and took a bite of the vodka chicken. "This is delicious."

"Thank you."

I looked up and he was starin