Nora's POV
"Need anything else?" James asks as he places a bowl of pasta salad on the coffee table in front of me. True to my promise of taking the rest of the day off, I've planted myself on the living room couch with the television remote. Kevin sits beside me, surprisingly captivated by the home renovation show I've been watching.
"Just you," I reply, extending my hand toward James. The moment our fingers touch, I pull him down to me. He settles onto the couch, and I immediately curl into his side. We fit together perfectly under the soft throw blanket as I reach for my pasta bowl with eager hands.
"This tastes incredible," I say between bites, practically inhaling the food. "Thank you for making it from scratch."
