The Divine Temptation (18+) (Forbidden Priest Romance)

31. Philly Cheesesteak

'I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.'

Philippians 4:11

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Evangeline

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"Hmm, I don't think I'm entirely sure what it is?" I say turning my head, as I admire the slight translucent mush on our plates. We had arrived at this very prestigious restaurant, close to our hotel.

With neither one of us being able to read the French menu we decided to go with the chef specials, and now we were being severed mysterious transparent foods, with erotic odours and makeshift smoke.

I bring my hand to my mouth to try and stifle a laugh, as Gabriel turns the plate and looks at it intently.

"I'm so sorry Evangeline" he says "Lets request the bill and go somewhere else" He says turning his head to the side now, to view it from an alternative angel. "I'm not going to let you eat that, maybe there's a less" He pauses "cauldron and witchy place to eat"

"No it's fine, I'm sure it's tastes better than it looks." I suggest lifting up my knife and fork to cut a piece, and bringing a piece to my mouth. My face twists, and the unique and sour texture, I slowly bite into the creamy mush and almost gagging as a liquid sprays out into my mouth.

Gabriel's face matching my own face with disgust as I attempt to swallowing the dish.

"On second thought, it looks better" I add.

"Right, we're leaving" he quickly adds.

I want to tell him it's fine and that I can stick it out till the end, but before I know it, he's gesturing to the waiter for the bill, I place my napkin on the side, and slightly gag again on the aftertaste in my mouth.

"I've got a place where we can go, I know you said my day was our last one, but its not too far from here, and I used to live off of their food, its definitely less distinguished than this place, but I promise it's worth it"

"As long as we're both full, and I can't see through it, I'll eat anything" I smile before he pays the bill and I'm dragging him out of the restaurant and down a couple of blocks to my favourite sandwich deli.

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"Oh my god, fuck" Gabriel moans, as he bites into his sandwich, a small amount of cheese landing on the corner of his mouth, as I use my thumb to wipe it off, and lick it of my thumb.

"It's good isn't it" I ask excitedly, he gestures his Philly cheesesteak sub towards my mouth.

"Here try it" I lean over and take a bite covering my chin to make sauce falls down my face or front, before I dramatically move back and let out a moan.

"So good" placing my own pastrami on rye against his lips. We're sitting on our hotel sofa, my legs draped over his as we eat our subs, as this equally makes up the restaurant failure.

"This is the type of food we were made for not transparent mystery mush" I laugh as we both finish and polish of our sandwiches, until we're lying back, and Gabriel is gliding his fingers over my bare legs and massaging my feet.

"Thank you for today, it's really meant a lot" I begin, he gives me a small smile, before returning his gaze down.

"I wanted to maybe discuss something with you, about us" He adds, his gaze firmly on his fingers as they graze the soles of my feet.