Heaven could not recover long from that ordeal.
When she did, she quickly grabbed her plate, cheeks flushed, and sat down beside him.
She didn't reply—not because she was embarrassed, but because the moment she took her first bite, her entire world narrowed again to flavor and warmth.
Just like always, the food was worth it.
And somehow, she knew this wouldn't be the last time Ross made her trade affection for a taste of heaven.
Lunch came, then dinner, and just like the previous day, Heaven found herself sitting with Ross again.
She didn't plan it—it just happened.
He always made extra, always left a seat open for her, and somehow, her legs always took her there without a second thought.
The others noticed, of course. Whispers floated through the house like fog.
Some disapproved, others watched with curious amusement, but no one said anything outright. Not yet.
