Chapter Thirty Six

~Agathe~

I never imagined I needed to see Gunther knead pasta dough with his bare hands while only wearing his pants.

Goodness gracious.

His physique is beyond anything I have ever seen. Even his six-pack appeared to have been meticulously carved like a Greek deity.

Even if I didn't want to, my cheeks flushed in embarrassment and something else. All of a sudden, I felt hot and out of breath.

I then noticed that the pasta dough he was kneading had become overly dry. I knew because I had occasionally helped in the kitchen when I was still working at that teensy restaurant in Snowflake Village.

Hence, to make it cohesive and smooth again, Gunther sprinkled some water on his fingers and continued kneading the dough.

I found myself gasping as I watched him in silence.

Out of nowhere, my nipples tingled when I imagined that he was kneading my breasts instead of the dough.

God. I suddenly hate my mind. Why am I feeling this right now?

I glanced at the sweatshirt I was wearing that I