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Chapter 110: Shared Comforts-2

“Mmm… this is incredible!” she breathed, eyes lighting up. “So creamy… that touch of truffle makes it even better. Honestly, the best mac and cheese I’ve ever had!”

Damien’s lips curved into a teasing, satisfied smile. “Should I take that at face value… or are you just saying it to make me feel good?” He lifted his glass, his gaze warm and steady, holding her in that quiet, perfect moment that felt entirely theirs.

Maya laughed, eyes sparkling. “It’s true! This is a five-star experience. The mac and cheese I usually have… well, it’s straight from the box, and I usually have to fight Jaime for seconds. But this-this is on another level. Creamy, rich, perfectly seasoned… I could eat this forever!”

Damien chuckled, low and warm, making her grin even wider. “So I’m officially your favorite chef now?” he teased, lifting his fork with flourish. “Don’t worry, I accept the title.”

Maya shook her head, still smiling, a little laugh escaping as she took another bite. “Oh, absolutely. But fair warning-if you keep cooking like this, I might get spoiled. I won’t eat anyone else’s food but yours… and then you’ll be stuck cooking for me forever.”

Leaning slightly across the table, Damien brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering at her cheek. “Then I suppose I’ll just have to keep cooking for you… forever.”

Maya’s cheeks flushed, lips parting in a soft, delighted laugh.

They continued their dinner with easy laughter and lighthearted chatter, the warmth of the cabin wrapping around them as the peaceful night sky, dotted with stars, sparkled outside. Plates were occasionally refilled, bites stolen from each other’s portions, and teasing remarks traded back and forth-the evening unfolding like a quiet celebration of simply being together.

After dinner, Damien pulled a blueberry cheesecake from the fridge, a small smile tugging at his lips. “We didn’t get to enjoy dessert last time. Now we have the whole thing to ourselves.”

He served her a generous slice and cut one for himself. They savored it slowly, the creamy richness mingling with the faint tartness of the berries, each bite punctuated by soft murmurs of appreciation and small smiles exchanged across the table.

When the plates were cleared, Maya immediately reached for the sink. “I’ll wash these,” she said.

Damien shook his head gently. “No need. There’s a dishwasher; use it.”

Maya protested lightly, insisting hand-washing was better, more satisfying. Maya held firm,

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