Eva
We leave Gran's office laughing and go to the kitchen. “What do we get to choose from?” I ask Sam.
He kisses my cheek as he laughs, “It's fully stocked. So the sky's the limit.”
I laugh as I kiss him, “Don't tempt me.”
“So what will it be, Chef Snow White?” he asks.
“Glazed meatballs with Soba noodles and then do blueberry parfait for dessert,” I confidently say.
He grins, “Ambitious but doable.” We chat and cook. We draw a crowd because we are just cooking while joking around. He even gives me a few kisses here and there. It's sweet and intimate. It's like we have done this our whole lives. I hope that this connection doesn't fade.
A young guy with familiar eyes asks, “Bro, since when do you cook here?”
I laugh because he is one of Sam’s brothers. “Since we got hungry,” I answ
