VIOLET
COLE guided me to the other side of the kitchen counter and pushed me down to sit on one of the wooden chairs that surrounded the small, round, dining table. He turned around and then after finding what he was searching for he came back and put a glass on the middle of the table then inserted a candle in it before lighting it.
I met his eyes above the candle flame and he said, “Just one more thing.” Then, I watched as he turned the lights off, except the one in the kitchen so he could finish cooking.
I sat there, entranced and feeling the flutters in my stomach. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He navigated the kitchen, so confident and sure, and looked so hot doing it. I imagined a future with him like this, in the quiet nights where he’d cook in the kitchen but in my imaginati
