Chapter 22

Sitting on the stool placed in front of the kitchen counter where Kairos is busy thinly slicing a white truffle for the fresh tagliolini pasta that he decided to cook for my dinner. I was biting my lips the whole time I was watching him move around the kitchen skillfully. All those veins on his hand as well as his long finger would rope him to different gigs as a hand model in a commercial if he wanted to become one.

"You were staring at me for quite some time. There is no way those gazes as for this pasta," he told me as he tossed in the white truffle to the pan and then he started to swirl it around just by lightly shaking it.

"Of course, it's not for the pasta. We both know that you are way mouth-watering than that tagliolini regardless if you toss in some thousand dollars truffle or not," I said making him chuckle. I rested my elbow on top of the granite counter and my chin on top of my hand.

"Are you seriously flirting with me when you are e sore that you can barely walk? Don't