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The kitchen is small. There’s just enough room for Katrina to cook on her own. But now that Aaron is inside, there isn’t enough space for her to even turn around. Aaron is practically engulfing Katrina, trapping her between his body and the sink. In other circumstances, two people in a narrow and enclosed space would be romantic, but all Katrina feels is suffocated. Looking down, Aaron sees a tinge of red on Katrina's face. His gaze zeroed in on her lips. Because it’s been a long time since he’s had such close contact with her, he keeps staring at her mesmerizing face. Aaron feels his mouth go dry. As he continues looking at her face, he feels his body heat up. Standing like a wall in front of Katrina, he has a strong urge to kiss her. Though Katrina doesn’t dare look at his face, she