First Kisses Are Never Forgotten

Chapter 8

ADDISON

"I can't breathe." I lay back on my chair, look up and put my hand on my very bloated belly. I don't think I have ever eaten that much.

I love food, and I'm not one of those people who shy away from admitting they can eat a whole family sized meal alone. There were so many times during college where Scar and I would win food competitions.

We would eat as if we were starving our whole lives, while actually we would've just finished brunch a couple of hours before.

I lower my head and look at Diaz. A small smile slips showing his dimple, and his gaze is so focused on me. Only me. During our dinner he kept looking at me. My eyes, my lips, my neck. He kept his focused gaze on me even when he ate and spoke.

Every time our eyes connected I felt that feeling. I don't know how he does it and I don't know why a single look, a single small smile from this man does that to me.

All night he gave me these small smiles, he was a complete gentleman and whenever he accidentally touched me while serving the food, he would give me this heated, dangerous smirk.

He talked to me about how excited he is for the game tomorrow, finally leading the team, and explained to me the pool phase and the finals phase.

Also, he told me how his abuela taught him all the family recipes, because all men should cook for their wives and they should be happy about it too. I completely agree with her.

"You can't stop now. I was just about to get the cookies and put the churros in the oil. Are you that full?" He says while cocking his eyebrow. Damn, why was that really hot, and why is my brain that dirty?

I feel my cheeks flush. "No. I would never say no to dessert." That is true. I love desserts so much. And he made two of them, I would never leave an opportunity like this.

He stands up and heads to the kitchen, holding the empty plates in his hand. Those glorious, strong hands that had teased me all night long.

He puts the dishes in the dishwasher, heats the oil, and takes out the cookies for me. These look pretty good.

I take one and sit on a stool in front of the island. Ugh, the cookies are amazing too. "So, tell me." I say between a mouth-full of cookies. "Have you always been a Taylor Swift fan?" I can't control the giggle that comes out.

"Hey!" He pointed his finger playfully at me, "Taylor Swift is the music industry, and I know you love her too, everyone does. So, don't laugh at my love for her."

"Oh, no I am not laughing at that. I would never laugh at something you like."

I try to hold my laughter this time, "I just remembered your singing voice while trying to hit that high note." Okay, no I can't control my laugh. I burst into laughter, remembering his voice.

He chuckles low and says, "You are enjoying this way too much. I don't have a great singing voice, so normally I don't sing and save some of my dignity. But, reputation just does something to me. I can't help myself." He holds his hand on his chest and dramatically says, "It moves something in me. It is the most underrated album. I loved that era."

God, I love this. Never, not in a million years, would've thought that Aaron Diaz is a Swiftie, and a die-hard reputation fan apparently.

He starts putting the churros in and I take another cookie. "Tell me about your dad."

Whoa, that's a change of subject I didn't expect.

"You know, I am the therapist. I should ask you that." I lick my lower lip at the smell of churros, he traces the movement with his eyes as if it was the most important thing he's doing.