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CHAPTER NINE Ketchup Please
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JESUS CHRIST. She was a sight to behold. Even in that t-shirt, tied off at her hip, and her dark hair falling over her shoulders. Under the soft shade of the roof, with a knife in her hand. Carmen stood next to her, his eyes roaming over her entirely. From the way she gripped the knife, up her arms and toward her neck. His pulse was heavy under his skin, his breaths coming out in short and soft sighs. "Careful," he mumbled as the blade neared her fingertips.
He fought the urge to brush her hair behind her ear. The cherry red flowers barely peeked through her thick curtain of hair. He followed the strands against her cheek, to her nose, then her eyelashes. The knife chopped quietly against the cutting board. Her tongue peeked out the corner of her mouth in concentration. Carmen blinked. A stirring feeling blossomed in his stomach. His fingers drummed against the folding table, distracting him from the urge to turn her face toward his and kiss her.
