sandwiches while I tried hopelessly to recreate the awesome smell from Christine’s house.”
“Didn’t work the first time?”
He plugged in the Panini press to let it heat up, then turned to flip the bacon as it browned and crisped beautifully. “Not even a little. I had to beg my sister for Christine’s number so I could ask for the proper recipe. I used canned spinach instead of fresh, the bacon was almost raw, none of the cheeses I picked up were smoked—I love that you have so many different kinds of cheese on hand, by the way—and I used Roma tomatoes instead of kumato. Don’t get me wrong, my first try wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t anything like Christine’s.”
I watched as he moved the bacon slices onto a paper towel and moved the skillet to a cool burner before arranging everything on one of the bread slices and topping his masterpiece with the other. Taking the can of olive oil spray from its place by the knife block, he coated the grill and placed the sandwich on the sizzling surface before closing the lid.
While we waited for the ding to sound letting us know the food was ready, I got up and grabbed him a beer from the fridge. By way of thanks for my help , Evan pushed me against a wall and kissed me until we were both breathless. Just as I reached for the waistband of his track pants, the grill sounded its alert.
I’ve never been upset to hear food’s ready before. What is he doing to me?
Evan planted me solidly back on the stool and placed the plate in front of me. I could easily tell why he’d been so desperate for the recipe—it smelled heavenly .
The first bite was like an orgasm in my mouth. So was the second. I was certain I made noises that only should be heard in the bedroom, but I didn’t care. The flavor combination and the texture of the different cheeses with the bacon, tomatoes, and apples was so good, I actually closed my eyes to enjoy it more.
Evan not only knew how to cook, but he could make a grilled cheese taste better than I ever imagined. Granted, it was someone else’s recipe, but he’d learned to make it, perfected his technique, and made one for me. My heart tripped over itself in my chest.
Houston, we have a problem.
***
The limo waiting in front of my apartment building Friday evening shouldn’t have surprised me—we were going to the biggest event in wrestling, after all—but it did. Evan held my hand in his, a radiant smile on his face, “I know we’re going way earlier than you were planning on, but we have to arrive before the fans start swarming the area. It’s likely there’s already a few stalking the entrance waiting for us—the wrestlers, not just you and me—to arrive.”
“Yeah, it’d be weird, arriving after them,” I teased.
I’d never been inside a limo before and I couldn’t help myself—I had to play with everything. I touched every button, turned every dial, checked every crevice. I blushed at Evan’s amused expression, but the buttons and dials seemed to call to me.
When I’d finally had enough, I sat next to him and he grinned at me as he touched a finger to my chin, drawing me to him. “You’re adorable,” he murmured before pressing his lips to mine.
My hand drifted up to caress the side of his cheek and my heart tripped in my chest. I pulled back as if to look into his eyes—something I was prone to do anyway. But something in my expression must’ve been off because his face fell.
“What’s wrong, beautiful?”
“Nothing. A little nervous about tonight. There will be a lot of people there….”
He nodded. “Yes, there will be. Far more than the Hall of Fame ceremony. But you seemed to enjoy yourself quite a bit.”
“That was different. You didn’t have to leave my side for any real length of time. God only knows how long you’ll have to leave me tonight.”
“I’m pretty sure the longest I’ll be gone is forty-five minutes…which is a while,” he quickly said at my expression. “There
“Didn’t work the first time?”
He plugged in the Panini press to let it heat up, then turned to flip the bacon as it browned and crisped beautifully. “Not even a little. I had to beg my sister for Christine’s number so I could ask for the proper recipe. I used canned spinach instead of fresh, the bacon was almost raw, none of the cheeses I picked up were smoked—I love that you have so many different kinds of cheese on hand, by the way—and I used Roma tomatoes instead of kumato. Don’t get me wrong, my first try wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t anything like Christine’s.”
I watched as he moved the bacon slices onto a paper towel and moved the skillet to a cool burner before arranging everything on one of the bread slices and topping his masterpiece with the other. Taking the can of olive oil spray from its place by the knife block, he coated the grill and placed the sandwich on the sizzling surface before closing the lid.
While we waited for the ding to sound letting us know the food was ready, I got up and grabbed him a beer from the fridge. By way of thanks for my help , Evan pushed me against a wall and kissed me until we were both breathless. Just as I reached for the waistband of his track pants, the grill sounded its alert.
I’ve never been upset to hear food’s ready before. What is he doing to me?
Evan planted me solidly back on the stool and placed the plate in front of me. I could easily tell why he’d been so desperate for the recipe—it smelled heavenly .
The first bite was like an orgasm in my mouth. So was the second. I was certain I made noises that only should be heard in the bedroom, but I didn’t care. The flavor combination and the texture of the different cheeses with the bacon, tomatoes, and apples was so good, I actually closed my eyes to enjoy it more.
Evan not only knew how to cook, but he could make a grilled cheese taste better than I ever imagined. Granted, it was someone else’s recipe, but he’d learned to make it, perfected his technique, and made one for me. My heart tripped over itself in my chest.
Houston, we have a problem.
***
The limo waiting in front of my apartment building Friday evening shouldn’t have surprised me—we were going to the biggest event in wrestling, after all—but it did. Evan held my hand in his, a radiant smile on his face, “I know we’re going way earlier than you were planning on, but we have to arrive before the fans start swarming the area. It’s likely there’s already a few stalking the entrance waiting for us—the wrestlers, not just you and me—to arrive.”
“Yeah, it’d be weird, arriving after them,” I teased.
I’d never been inside a limo before and I couldn’t help myself—I had to play with everything. I touched every button, turned every dial, checked every crevice. I blushed at Evan’s amused expression, but the buttons and dials seemed to call to me.
When I’d finally had enough, I sat next to him and he grinned at me as he touched a finger to my chin, drawing me to him. “You’re adorable,” he murmured before pressing his lips to mine.
My hand drifted up to caress the side of his cheek and my heart tripped in my chest. I pulled back as if to look into his eyes—something I was prone to do anyway. But something in my expression must’ve been off because his face fell.
“What’s wrong, beautiful?”
“Nothing. A little nervous about tonight. There will be a lot of people there….”
He nodded. “Yes, there will be. Far more than the Hall of Fame ceremony. But you seemed to enjoy yourself quite a bit.”
“That was different. You didn’t have to leave my side for any real length of time. God only knows how long you’ll have to leave me tonight.”
“I’m pretty sure the longest I’ll be gone is forty-five minutes…which is a while,” he quickly said at my expression. “There
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