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I would never forget that first sight of the beach, my first glimpse of the ocean. It was beautiful. The sun glittering off the bright blue water. The sheer size of it all. It was amazing and wonderful and I couldn't be happier that Artem had brought here.
Then, he went and said sothing that made my heart race.
"Artem, that is so beautiful. Is that the ocean?" I had leaned forward in my seat to look out at the glorious site.
"Yes, it is." His voice was soft, smooth, and made my stomach do funny things.
"We're at the ocean? This is where we were going?"
"I wanted to have a picnic on the beach with you and watch the sun as it sets over the water."
"That sounds beautiful." I turned to look at him then, a grin on my face and my eyes wide.
"Not nearly as beautiful as you." I felt like my heart was going to explode with how fast it was beating, I felt like my stomach was doing flips and jumps too.
"I'm not." The words ca out as a whisper, my lack of confidence in myself doing in again.
"You're more beautiful than anything I have ever seen." I thought I was going to lt right then with how hot my body and face were feeling after those words.
After that Artem pulled the truck he was driving into the garage of the house and helped to get down. He continued to hold my hand as he showed around the inside of the house. He wanted to make sure that I knew where everything was in case I needed anything.
Once the tour was over he pulled into the kitchen where I found a lot of things sitting out on the counter.
"What is all this?" I asked him, confusion in my voice.
"We're going to make dinner." He smiled at , a look that was sweet, full of love, and made my stomach drop with fear.
"We are?" I asked him, my voice thick with apprehension.
"Rember when I asked if you wanted to teach you how to cook? I thought we could do that tonight. It's just the two of us, so if we ss up you won't have to worry."
"But, I don't want to ss up your dinner." I could hear the fear in my voice.
"I won't let that happen. You can do this, I know you can. Then maybe we can make breakfast together from now on."
"You really want to help you?"
I want anything that will give more ti with you." That look, that smile, I don't know how but it made my heart swell every ti I saw them.
"OK." I conceded and nodded at him. "I will make dinner with you."
The smile on his face only got bigger, wider, and brighter when I agreed to cook with him.
Artem pulled the rest of the ingredients out of the fridge to go with what was already on the counter. There was bacon, chicken, spinach, mushrooms, grape tomatoes, garlic, pasta and so kind of cream. He also had sothing he called ciabatta bread, but I don't know what made it different from other bread.
We were making sothing called Tuscan Chicken. The task before looked daunting, but I was looking forward to doing this. Artem was right, I had wanted to try cooking with him, and it was sothing we were doing together so that made it even better.
We set to work then. I followed all the instructions that Artem gave , which he did softly and with precise detail so that I wasn't left guessing on what to do.
The first thing we did was set water to boil for the pasta. Artem had added a little bit of olive oil to the water as well, he said it would stop the noodles from sticking together. Then we peeled and did sothing called mincing the garlic. Basically it was now tiny little wet pieces that slled very strong. Next we cut the already small tomatoes in half. The spinach was rinsed thoroughly after that. Lastly, we sliced the mushrooms up into thin pieces.
I had never cut food like this before but Artem ca around and put his hands on mine, guiding and showing exactly what to do. I felt my heart quicken again when he touched , but I didn't want him to stop.
Once we were done with the vegetables, it was ti for us to focus on the ats. We sliced the bacon into small pieces before we even cooked it. Once it was all crispy and slled delicious we drained the oil and set it aside. Next we took the chicken that we had also sliced into small chunks and cooked that until the chicken had gone from a peachy raw color to all white.
Now the pasta was boiling and we were preparing the bread to go into the oven. We put butter, garlic, and other seasonings on the slices of bread and put them into the oven. Now it was ti to make the sauce. Artem put the garlic in a pan and cooked it for a second with the tomatoes and mushrooms. Next the cream, heavy whipping cream it was called, went into the pan on top of the garlic, tomatoes, and mushrooms with a spoonful of sothing called cornstarch. The spinach went next.
After the spinach had cooked down so we added the bacon and chicken. Once the pasta was drained and rinsed it was stirred into the sauce. Almost the exact sa ti we were done mixing it all together the oven's tir dinged. The bread was done.
All the food looked and slled so good, and it was really easy cooking with Artem. I was happy, and proud of myself. I couldn't imagine a better night so far.
"So, what did you think of your first ti cooking?" He was smiling at , a hopeful look in his eyes.
"It was nice. I am glad I could do it with you?" I smiled at him but I noticed that his smile faltered for just a fraction of a second. Did I say sothing wrong? But he was back to normal almost imdiately so I let it pass from my mind.
"Co on, let's go set up the blanket and then I will bring the food out." He was looking at as if nothing had happened a mont ago, further centing that I should just let it slide as well, which I had.
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