Olivia

"Nothing important. Just tired," I replied, twirling pasta around my fork. "This smells amazing." I took a bite and closed my eyes in appreciation. "Perfect."

Alexander leaned against the counter, watching me eat with an intensity that made me self--conscious.

"What?" I asked, dabbing my mouth with a napkin.

"Just admiring my wife," he said simply.

"While she inhales pasta like she hasn't eaten in days?"

"Precisely that."

We ...