I sat at the table with Oliver, even though I didn't want to. I admit that, in the end, I didn't regret it. The moment he opened the pizza box and I saw that masterpiece, my stomach growled so loudly that I felt completely embarrassed.

“See? Your mouth refuses, but your body asks for it,” he said, staring straight into my eyes.

The way Oliver said it carried a certain… undertone. It felt like he wasn't talking about the pizza at all, and that made everything far more embarrassing than my stomac