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THE CALL OF PLEA

Getting to my house, I can't catch the sight of Damian but the sweet aroma inviting me from the doorway tells me exactly where he is. I didn't know he was going to cook for me. I fling my purse to the couch and kick my shoes off, then stroll to the kitchen.

Well, he seems busy, and dazzling in nothing but an apron on coating his tight muscles. Wow! I lean on the door frame, scrutinizing him as he cooks for us and adoring how much beauty he augments to my kitchen - and my life in general. Where would I be if I didn't bump into him that day? What would have become me?

Maybe I would have given up on life. For sure no one would have hired me, and the coffee shop that I thought was my savior didn't bring so much contentment after all. Maybe I would have found something to keep me sane, but I would still be a miserable soul. I wouldn't have experienced this happiness and fulfilment that I am feeling now. Ain't I lucky? Ain't he a knight?

"What's more delish? Me or the meal?"

"What?" I snap
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