‘I don’t want to let you go,’ he said, kissing me again.
‘I’m not going anywhere,’ I said, kissing him back.
‘Really?’ Xavier said, a twinkle in his eye. ‘What about if you came with me to… Tuscany?’
I stared at him, shocked, as a feeling I couldn’t quite place hit me in the stomach. I couldn’t go to Tuscany, could I? I felt so happy at the thought of it. Being with Xavier in Italy, with all the food and wine and sunshine. Why couldn’t I go? Why wouldn’t I go?
‘Really?’ I replied, eyes shining. ‘Do you really mean it?’
Xavier nodded. ‘I can’t imagine my kitchen without you in it anymore. And I can always use a reliable sous-chef.’
Oh. He meant to work with him. Of course he did.
My face dropped as Xavier reached out and lifted my chin to him, his big, green eyes staring down at me. I didn’t know where to look.
Oh. My. God.
‘And I can’t do this if you’re in London, can I?’ Xavier said, kissing me again and then on both cheeks as the fireworks went off above us.
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