The transition from the frozen silence of the walk-in to the roar of the kitchen was jarring. Sora stepped back onto the line, her skin still humming, her thighs feeling heavy and slick. Every time she moved, she felt the ghost of him inside her.
Cassian was already back at the pass, barking orders. He didn’t look at her. He didn’t acknowledge that ten minutes ago, he had been roaring into her shoulder.
"Lin! The sea bass!" he shouted.
Sora leaped to her station. Her hands were shaking, but this time it wasn't from fear. She grabbed a fresh pan, the butter sizzling instantly. *Sssst!* She watched the foam, her eyes locked on the consistency. She remembered the way he’d looked at her—the hunger that had nothing to do with food.
She plated the fish, drizzled the reduction—perfectly thick
