Turning Up the Heat
“He wanted to shout at her, What the fuck do you think, that I can eat when you’re saying it’s all about you? As if you like it that way? As if you could get used to it? I’m the one who’s supposed to be the superstar, and I would never say that about me.But he didn’t shout because they had gotten past their tempestuous fights as teenagers trying to handle marriage and one of the world’s top restaurants, all at once. Other than occasional irritability, they hadn’t had a proper fight in years. He had learned to control his temper, and Léa—well, other than to give him a little leeway when he was clearly stressed sometimes, she hadn’t had that much to learn how to do. She had always been a sweet, infectiously happy kind of person.He missed that infectious happiness for him right now so much that he was growing desperate, his stomach pure knots. It was a wonder he hadn’t cut his own finger off when he finally got a glimpse of that delight in him that morning.And…he barely even saw her anymo...re as it was.MoreLess
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