Chapter 18

And I swear to all the saints that the floor looked liquid when he passed to my side and seemed to offer me an even wider smile when he bent down "I was not so sure about the smile because of the white mask he wore" and then choose an olive oil straight from the box, which I held with trembling hands and which they grabbed so tightly on the cardboard that he even

Extra virgin olive oil was Flynn Ashton's favorite, and I observed when he chose a bag of seasoning ready for meat and went out the aisle, probably in his normal shopping routine. Before he turned the corner of the hallway, he threw a look over his shoulders, and caught me still looking. However, I could not say if he was still smiling, because he quickly disappeared from the reach of my vision.

"A little more and you burn," Jordana pointed out, snapping a finger in front of my face. " But I totally understand, my friend. I wish I had a Greek God like that to call my own.”

I cast an ugly look at her, but she didn