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... , his fingers warm and firm over mine. The heat from the grill wasn’t the only thing making my skin flush.
“Like this,” he murmured, his lips barely an inch from my ear. “You need to arrange them by density. Mushrooms cook faster than peppers.”
I tried to focus on the vegetables, but all I could think about was how his chest felt against my back, solid and warm. His hands dwarfed mine as he helped me thread the pieces onto the skewer.
“I’ve worked in kitchens before,” I p ...
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