Chapter 58:

Flynn stood hunched over in the kitchen and looked into the stove through its semi-transparent door. The lasagna he's been preparing was almost ready, and its wonderful smell spread around the house and gave it a cozy feeling, as if a nice, big family was living there. A knock on the door caused him to stand straight quickly and look around the kitchen to see that it wasn't messy. Only five minutes ago he finished cleaning up and it was important for him to have everything in order, knowing how pedantic Sharon was. He walked to the door once he decided that the kitchen was clean enough, and opened it to receive his guest.

"Welcome," he smiled as she walked in and started sniffing immediately.

"What's that smell?" she looked around, trying to figure it out.

"Lasagna."

"It smells amazing," she placed her purse on the armchair. "Wait, you cook?"

"When I have time," he signalled her with his hand to walk to the kitchen and then followed her, stopping right behind her when she stood on the threshold and looked around. The table was set for two, and a white candle stood in the middle of it.

"I had no idea," Sharon muttered, astounded. She turned around and looked at Flynn, looking concerned. "There's so much I don't know about you."

"Well, we prefer spending our time on… other things," he had a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he said it.

"Andy…" she gave him a look of reproach.

"Alright, alright," he chuckled. "You're free to ask me anything you want."

"And you promise to answer whatever it is?"

"Always. Even though…" he stopped in mid-sentence and Sharon frowned.

"Even though I don't tell you everything you want to know about me?" she asked, and he shrugged. "Okay… I'll do my best."

Flynn smiled and then led her to her seat. He took the lasagna out of the stove and put it on the table between their plates.

"It looks just as good as it smells," she smiled.

"Wait for the dessert," he said and placed a piece of lasagna on her plate.

"What did you make?" she asked curiously.

"It's a surprise. I'll only say that we can't eat it in the kitchen."

"What? Now I'm really intrigued. You have to tell me, I hate surprises."

"Don't worry. You'll love this one," he smiled at her. "By the way, I'm sorry that I can't offer you wine."

"Don't be silly, it's perfectly fine," she said gently. One of the things she wanted him to tell her about was his addiction, and she took a note in her mind to ask him later.

"I have other stuff, though. Lemon juice, orange juice, root beer, ice tea… you name it."

"I hope you didn't buy all of that for me," she said.

"Oh, no, I drink it all on a daily basis," he said sarcastically and they both smiled.

"I'll have the ice tea, please," she said politely and he got it from the refrigerator. After pouring two glasses of the chosen beverage he sat down and quickly put his hand on the back of her hand, which was resting on the table.

"First bite, let me." he took her fork and knife and cut a little piece of her lasagna. Sharon looked at him with intrigue as he brought the fork to her mouth slowly, and felt heat rising inside her body. She found him pretty arousing, but made an effort to look calm on the outside. Her mouth opened to let the fork in and then her lips closed on it. The whole time, she didn't stop gazing into his eyes.

Flynn was feeling the exact same thing as her. Her mouth closing slowly on that fork caused an awakening in his pants. She was chewing slowly, looking at him in the eyes, and he had to restrain himself.

"Amazing," she half-whispered after swallowing. "Where did you learn how to cook like that?"

"Uh…" he muttered, still thinking about the things he wanted to do to her. After a few seconds he shook his head and regained focus. "My mother. She loved to cook and I was the only one who inherited that quality from her." He took a bite from his own portion of lasagna and she took another bite from hers.

Sharon wanted to ask him more about his family, but didn't want to accidently bring up a painful subject and ruin the atmosphere, so she decided to ask him later. She took another bite and realized he was staring at her, mesmerized.

"Aren't you going to eat?" her tone was low and husky, and it seemed she had no real intention for him to eat. She removed the shoe from her right foot and rubbed it against his leg, moving it up slowly until reaching his crotch. Again, she didn't move her eyes from his eyes the whole time. When her foot came to a stop on the lump in his pants, she started moving her toes so they rubbed against him.

Flynn swallowed hard and looked at her, trying to decide if he should give in to his desire and take her to his bedroom now or be a gentleman and wait until they finish dinner.