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The summer heat hung thick and heavy outside, but inside the kitchen, the air was crisp. The scent of crushed mint and the sharp, bright spray of citrus. The island felt cool beneath my palms as I leaned against it. On the counter lay a mound of frosty grapes, crisp cucumbers, and chilled watermelon. All waiting to be turned into something light and refreshing.
He was already at the far end of the counter, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, cracking a tray of ice into a crystal bowl. The sharp sound echoed in the quiet space, augmenting the cool breeze coming off the AC. When he looked up, his gaze caught mine. Lingering, before he picked up his glass of iced tea and walked slowly over to where I stood.
Instead of staying on his side of the island, he rounded the corner, stepping directly into my space. The heat radiating off his body was a startling, delicious contrast to the cool island at my back.
“You’re warm,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy.
“The kitchen’s supposed to be cool,” I whispered back, my breathing shallow as he set his glass down behind me, trapping me gently between… Continue reading “Ice Cubes In The Kitchen”
