33. The Forbidden Word Version 2.0

-Christian-

Leia is dressed in a skimpy little silk PJ set while I’m wearing a t-shirt and boxers, whipping up a stir fry.

“I still can’t believe you can cook,” she says, leaning over the kitchen counter with a glass of red wine in her hand. “Why don’t you cook for me at home?”

“Well, if you remember correctly, I’m barely home to even cook for myself,” I say while cutting up the chicken breasts. “But if I have some time off, I’ll gladly cook for you.”

That smile on her face is everything and guilt rears its ugly head as I know when I get back, we’ll barely spend time together. My company stocks are stable again, but that doesn’t mean we’re still not the subject of sabotage.

“Thank you, Mr. Moore, I’d love that,” she says before getting to her feet and walking to the windows overlooking the snow-dusted mountaintops.

If I knew she loved this place so much, I would have brought her here sooner. The absolute wonder in her eyes is another favorite of mine, I need to see that more often so