Vera giggled. Nathaniel pointed to his other cheek and said, "This side, too."
Vera glanced outside again. They weren't looking over, so she quickly gave him another peck.
When she was done, she instinctively looked outside again. Sheldon Caldwell was covering his eyes, and while Winter Sullivan pretended not to notice, Vera knew they had probably seen everything. Her face flushed slightly as she shot Nathaniel a glare. "This is all your fault!"
But Nathaniel just looked completely unfazed. "Actually, I could just pin you against the kitchen counter and kiss you right now."
Vera: "..."
'After hearing so much of his roguish talk,' she thought, 'my ability to handle it has improved by leaps and bounds. I don't even find it that embarrassing anymore. Habit really is a scary thing.'
Lunch was quite a spread—five dishes and a soup.
Vera's cooking skills were excellent. All the dishes were well-made and perfectly paired, and Sheldon ate with such gusto.
