“I don’t really have a favourite food…” I reply. I see the disappointment in his eyes, and I know it’s because he thinks I don’t want to share, and I look down at the potato I have picked up. “But I do love pomegranates and cherries.”

He looks up and I see that small sexy smirk cross his face and it makes my own heart soar.

“That actually suits you pretty well.” He says before he turns away.

I hide my smile, happy I didn’t upset him; I don’t mean to.

I hear the tap come on as I begin to peel the potatoes and a comfortable silence falls between...