Unfortunately, I couldn’t eat there forever. The time to go home arrived and August was there, patiently waiting for me to announce it.
“You’re really a great cook! I’m lucky to have you as my boyfriend.” I lifted my thumbs up as I praised him. He chuckled and lifted a brow at me. “What about the rest? I want to try your best recipe, too. You can take your time preparing them, don’t worry.”
I instantly looked away, pretending to be glancing at the empty plates on the table so as not to witness his gentle sigh.
“I’ll serve them to you some other time. How about I drive you back home first? Hmm?”
I bit down on my lower lip and in a small voice, whispered, “But I’m not full yet.”
“I think you’ve eaten so much more than you can for breakfast today. We should buy something on our way so
