Chapter Thirty Five

I button two of the buttons on Fabricos dress shirt. It reached to my thighs and comfortable. I've not done this in a while and I feel oddly comfortable doing it. When I and Fabrico set a pact, we didn't include me wearing his clothes. That's too intimate. But here I am. A law breaker! I should be in jail.

The smell of roasted bead lead me all the way to the big kitchen. I'm only seeing the house in daylight now and it's so damn pretty. It has a little bit of old style in it. Vintage. The kitchen is even stoned wall. It's like I'm standing in a magazine for kitchens.

"Hungry?" Fabrico asked when he sees me.

"Farmished!" I sigh and he grins.

"Come seat" he pulls a stool out for me and I sit down. He plants a kiss on top of my head before walking to the toaster. He arranges four slices of toasted bread on a flat plate, scrambled eggs on another.

Fabrico seats next to me. "I love that you're