Olivia
"Looks amazing," I said, my voice coming out huskier than intended.
"Wait until you taste it." Alexander handed me a plate and grabbed his wine glass. "Let's eat outside."
I followed him to the deck, where a table overlooked the ocean. The moon cast a silver path across the water, and the sound of waves crashing against the rocks below created a peaceful soundtrack.
We sat across from each other, and I twirled some pasta onto my fork, taking a bite. The flavors exploded in my mouth: sweet tomatoes, sharp cheese, perfectly al dente pasta.
"Oh my god," I moaned, unable to help myself. "This is incredible."
Alexander's eyes darkened slightly. "I told you."
"Seriously, you could open a restaurant."
"I'll stick to running my company," he said with a small smile. "Cooking is just
