- Becca Fitzpatrick
"First,â€ he said, coming behind me and placing his hands on the counter, just outside of mine, â€œchoose your tomato.â€ He dipped his head so his mouth was at my ear. His breath was warm, tickling my skin. â€œGood. Now pick up the knife.â€ â€œDoes the chef always stand this close?â€ I asked, not sure if I liked or feared the flutter his closeness caused inside me. â€œWhen heâ€™s revealing culinary secrets, yes."
-- Becca Fitzpatrick