| 26 | Her Angel's Back

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“Is it good?”

“This one tastes better on a hot day. But I still want you to cook this for me every week.”

I look up from my phone and stare at the guy sitting across from me. I give him a close-lipped smile the moment I see his empty plate. It looks like he wiped it clean, unlike mine. I'm not on a diet, though.

He's just built different. Aside from being ten inches taller than me, Dominico weighs twice my weight, too.

“Duly noted, Sir,” I retort as he reclines with his forearms on the table.

Like the living room and the rest of the apartment, it's not too bright in here, which I prefer. I didn't turn on all of the lights because I don't want him to worry again. I still look paler than printing paper. I didn't bother to put on any makeup 'cause I didn't want him to wait another five minutes. Or make him think I'm trying to look cute for him.

“I'm dead serious.”

“Sure.” I shrug weakly and check my notifications again. Still nothing from Angelo. Of course. Ugh. “Wh