Thrill

CHAPTER NINETEEN

(Third Person's Pov)

The two were stood in the kitchen, uncontrollably laughing with one another. Anna had tried her very hardest to not burst into a fit of laughter from the horrible way Roman had sliced up the tomatoes, but it had slipped. Roman followed when he realized just how terribly he had cut them up and heard Anna laughing herself, it leading him to follow.

"Should I bin them?" He asked, clearing his throat and placing the knife down onto the counter. 

Anna shook her head, still smiling as she took in the sliced up fruit. "It's fine. We'll make use of them."

"Alright, but I think you should take over from here, though." Roman gestured over to other vegetables; mushrooms and spinach leafs. 

Unable to control the giggle, Anna let it fall from her lips. "Definitely... I think I should take care of all cutting in the future."

Roman wasn't sure why, but hearing her say the f word, it made his heart thump. He suddenly couldn't help but stare at the oblivious brunette, too busy slicing the mushrooms into small pieces. It made him wonder... Did she think of a future for them? Did she see herself going far with him?

Truthfully, the thought hadn't crossed his mind. He hadn't thought about the future, because he was happily living in the present - there wasn't much need to worry about the future. However, now that the thought had hit him, it made him wonder... Would Anna and him last?

When he saw Anna absently smile to herself, he felt a fire warm in his stomach. He had never felt this way about a girl. Sure, he had one or two girlfriends in his past life, but never once had they gotten to him this much that he questioned how far his feelings ran for him.

Would Anna and him last?

The question passed through his mind again.

She was here to stay for now, at least.

"Roman," Anna called, noticing his furrowed brows and thoughtful expression. Clearing his throat, Roman faced her and arched a brow.

"Are you okay?" She quietly asked. Nodding, he walked over to where she was stood and wrapped his arms around her waist. Smiling to herself, Anna relaxed in his arms, the feeling still new but slowly beginning to become easier to deal with.

The next thirty minutes passed with Anna teaching Roman how to cook an effortlessly basic dish. Tomato pasta with fresh sauce. She also managed to teach him how to make panzella salad, which was slightly more difficult as he still had trouble with slicing.

The two finally finished and took their plates over to small table with two seats. 

"It looks and smells good," Roman commented, picking up his fork. "Let's just hope it tastes that way too."

Anna smiled and paused as she watched Roman welcome a forkful into his mouth, not sure if she should wait for him to finish his meal first, because men were supposed to eat before women in this town and she had grown accustomed to that tradition.

Drawing his brows together in confusion, he arched a questioning brow when he realized Anna wasn't eating. "What's wrong?"

"Huh?" Anna whispered.

Roman pointed his brows over to her untouched plate of pasta. "Aren't you going to eat?"

Anna hesitantly nodded, reluctantly picking up her fork and letting a forkful of pasta come up to her mouth. Roman's brows drew together as he pondered why she had been so hesitant to eat in-front of him.

Did she have some insecurity of some sort? Or did she feel uncomfortable under his roof eating? Maybe the food didn't look nice? 

"Why did you look so unsure if you were going to eat or not?" The question left his lips, curiosity winning.