I guided Kiana to the table. She sat delicately, folding a napkin in her lap.
"Something smells good," she said inhaling deeply. I smiled.
"That, my sweet, would be, my what should be famous, apple crumble pie. I hope you're not allergic to awesomeness."
She looked shocked. "You cook?"
"Yes, I can cook. You seemed a little shocked." She shook her head. "I wasn't expecting a home-cooked meal."
"How could I dare serve you pizza in that amazing dress?" She blushed.
"I guess that would be quite a bad combination."
I nodded. "Stuffed manacotti, mademoiselle."
She licked her lips, and little did she know that on the inside, I was, too. "A side of steamed broccoli, and a little fresh salad. I only had Italian, if you don't like it, I won't be offended."
"Italian's perfect," she said quietly. I smiled. Good.
"And one last thing." I glided to the oven. "Garlic cheesy bread. Mmmm. Yummy in my tummy.'
She giggled and I winked at her. I set it down, and sat across from her.
We ate in silence for a while. The sound of clanking forks, and appreciative moans filled the silence. I could sense a storm coming.
Kiana suddenly dropped her fork, causing me to jump. I looked up into her surprising angry eyes.
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Teen FictionKiana's life has just gone from bad to worse. She is suddenly moving across country to live with her mom's new fiance who she hates. Stuck in a new place, can she find a way to make this new thing work. Jacob is an all around bad-boy. He smokes, par...
