The Unimaginable

Chapter 78

BIANCA’S POV

Our loud laughter filled the living room. After finishing our meal, we sat on the floor which he covered with a thick blanket. A cushion rested on my thigh, and we held glasses of wine, chatting in the cosy night.

We talked and talked at great length on both relevant and irrelevant matters. I couldn’t help but marvel at how close I was becoming with him. He was a great listener, fun to talk with and was never once judgmental. I liked moments like that because it helped me forget about whatever bothered me.

“For real dude, that meal was amazing,” I said in exaggeration though I really meant it. “I can’t remember the last time I tasted a pasta that good. You sure do know your way around the kitchen.”

He shrugged in humility. “What can I say? I do my best especially when it comes to special people like you.”

“Ohh quit being so romantic and humble,” I snapped at him playfully. “No doubt you’re already a pro at cooking. You lied to me about still learning it so you