Aubrey
I was nervously making the sandwiches, and that is why I had my back to him. Didn’t want him to look at me this way. I can’t be vulnerable in front of him. It was enough that he just kissed me to make a point and I almost melted in his arms.
“Here, they are ready,” I said as I handed him two turkey BLT sandwiches. He looked at me with a serious expression in his eyes, and it didn’t look like the man that was playing with Benita earlier.
“Are these sandwiches?” he asked, lifting the top bread to inspect the items inside.
“Yes, Lorenzo. They are sandwiches and I am good at putting them together,” I replied, handing him some mayonnaise and giving him the impression that I didn’t like the way he was looking at them. This man was already infuriating, but I was not going
