It took Orion a moment, but finally, he withdrew his gaze, suppressing his uncontrollable emotions, all buried in the steaming spaghetti in front of him.
Seeing him earnestly eating, Xanthea finally relieved, "How is it? Does it taste good?"
"Delicious."
This was, by far, the most delicious and satisfying spaghetti he had ever had in twenty years.
"So this is the first meal I've prepared for you as your girlfriend, do you want to make a wish?"
Orion paused. Xanthea thought he'd caught onto something, but he responded.
"Did you made a wish?"
"I did."
As she gazed into his bright eyes, she didn't know what wish he made, but she silently wished him a happy birthday, my dear.
Under the hazy moonlight, the willow branches swayed gently, casting reflections of the couple's silhouette within the pavilion.
Xanthea watched him finish the entire plate, even drinking the soup, feeling touched and proud.
Finally, someone acknowledged her cooking skills!
"Orion, is it really that deli—"
Before she could finish her sentence, she was abruptly pulled into his embrace, firmly seated on his lap.
"What are you doing?"
Orion's face, filled with emotion, buried slightly into her thick, curly hair, his voice as rich and soothing as a cello, "After eating spaghetti, I find myself craving something else, you, Xannie."
Xanthea: "Satiated hunger awakens other cravings, huh?"
Orion chuckled lowly, "I crave you, Xannie, always, not just when I'm full."
"Is that something you should be proud of?" Xanthea pinched his chiseled jaw, her tone fierce like a little fox, "Well, you better not be!"
"We're so close to the lake, what if Seb suddenly shows up!"
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