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“If someone had told Shang he'd be happily married with a son he adored, another bun in the oven, a restaurant he could call his own, and a team he'd do anything for, he would have rolled his eyes. He thinks about all the different choices that brought him here, all the different steps he took like those of a complicated recipe. He's a different man than he was a few years ago, and he suspects it's all thanks to her.
In the end, it didn't matter how much he sharpened his knives or how well he seasoned his dishes. He realizes now that he was missing a secret ingredient all along: a little dash of love.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“Chicken stock for saltiness. White wine for acidity. Butter for creaminess. Parmigiano-Reggiano for nuttiness. A pinch of saffron for earthiness and color. And the licorice powder? That's to add an unexpected hint of sweetness.
Perfectly balanced.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“You challenge me. You know when to push, you know when to hold back. You make me laugh like no one else. You make every day so much brighter. I didn't realize how lost I was before I met you. You helped me come back to my family. You helped me make friends. You helped me find my passion again. I love you so much, Eden.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“Eden has to remind herself that the man standing before her, judging her food... They're two entirely different people.
Shang was encouraging, patient, and kind.
Alexander is--- well--- kind of a dick, to be honest.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“Never took you for someone so naughty."
"Looks can be deceiving."
"Ah, such a fucking smart mouth."
"Face it, you love my smart mouth."
"Hmm..."
"What?"
"Just thinking about all the things I want to do to that smart mouth."
Her breath hitches in her throat. "You---"
"Tell me what I'm thinking right now. If you guess right, maybe we'll make it happen."
Eden's face fills with heat, her heart pounding in her chest. Her brain is about to melt. There are so many possibilities, so many scenarios. But one look from him, and she's a goner. Her tongue is a twisted knot. The fire pooling in the pit of her stomach has her unraveling at the seams. Alexander might have just broken her.
Alexander can sense her struggle and chuckles, tenderly kissing her cheek. "What are you being so shy for? You started it, sweetheart. Come on, venture a guess."
"What if I guess wrong?"
"I doubt you will." He presses his forehead to hers, the tips of their noses bumping up against one another. "Say it," he whispers against her lips. "Say it."
"I think..." Eden takes a deep but shaky breath. "I think you want to fuck me."
"Among other things."
She looks deep into his eyes and reads him like a book. "I think you want to fuck me hard. And then soft. All night, and then all morning. On my back. On my knees. You want to taste me. You want me to taste you."
"I think you want me to make you beg," he says, still soft and only loud enough for her alone to hear. "You want to be taken against a wall. In my bed. On the fucking floor. You want me to make you tremble. You want to be fucked so good, your voice gives out. You want to feel sore in the morning. Isn't that right, Eden?"
"Yes," she gasps, the word bubbling past her lips without a second thought.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“Like, where's he really from?"
Eden crumples the napkin in her fist, her skin prickling. "Excuse me?"
"Oh, you know what I mean. Is he Korean or Japanese?"
A flicker of annoyance makes Eden work her jaw. "What's it matter?"
"He just looks so much like that guy from that K-pop group." She snaps her fingers, straining her two brain cells for a name. "Taehung? Or Mingyu? I guess it would be alright if he's Chinese, too, but..."
"You need to piss off," Eden snaps, slowly rising from her seat. "Right now."
"What's your problem?"
"Look, I'm going to give you the benefit of a doubt here and say that you're clearly too sauced to be thinking straight, but what you're saying is... Yeah, just ew."
"I just want to know more about him."
"Then how about asking for his name first?"
"You're making this weird."
"You handled that all on your own when you asked where he was really from.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“He sweeps his fingers over her folds, teasing her entrance.
"So nice and wet for me," he hums. "I'm going to make you feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Would you like that? Want me to fill you up?"
Eden shivers, electricity arcing from nerve to nerve. "Y-yes. Yes, Shang, I do."
He rubs the head of his cock against her clit, torturously teasing. "I don't know. What do good girls say if they want my cock?"
"Please," Eden shouts. "Please, I want---"
"Use your words. Come on, sweetheart. I know you can do it."
"I want your cock in me," she whines. "Fuck me like you own me---"
A loud moan rips itself from her throat as Shang presses into her. Splits her open.
Stretched her to the fullest.
It feels so good, it's almost blinding. All she can focus on is the way he thrusts in and out of her, makes her take his full length just to pull back and do it all over again. The sound of wet skin on skin drives her up the wall, but nothing makes her lose it quite like the way Shang grunts with each snap of his hips.
Feral. An animal. A man on a mission.
"'Like you own me,'" he growls. "You really know how to drive me fucking crazy, Eden."
"Shang---"
"What is it, sweetheart? Don't tell me I'm too much for you."
"No, never. I want---"
"What? You want what? You close already?"
Eden both loves and hates the pride in his voice. "Cocky bastard," she murmurs, too dizzy to see straight.
He grins. "Yep, that's me. This cocky bastard owns you and your tight little pussy. Look how well you take me, sweetheart. Like you were made for me."
"Fuck---" It's a whine. It's a whimper. It's desperate and choked off and needy.
He grips her waist and fucks her hard against the shower wall. "You sound so fucking hot, Eden. Come on. Take it. Fucking take it."
Her back arches as she climaxes, drags her nails across his back, waves of pleasure washing over her so hard and fast, she thinks she might collapse.
Shang doesn't let her, though. He holds her steady through her orgasm, still pumping his cock into her in pursuit of his own pleasure.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“Shang lets her take control, setting the pace. It's maddening just how close he gets only for Eden to ease up at the last second. It's wonderfully cruel. It leaves him wanting more, just within reach. She's prolonging this, he realizes. The glint in her eyes tells him that she's having more than a little fun.
"Eden," he rasps. His voice sounds foreign to his own ears. He sounds desperate.
"Relax," she coos. "Relax, honey. I'll help you."
He gasps against her lips as she continues her loving strokes, the tension in the pit of his stomach growing tighter and tighter with every pass. "Fuck, I'm going to---"
"Come on. That's it."
Shang reaches down to come in his own hand, drunkenly kissing Eden like she's ambrosia.
He'd gladly starve if it meant he could drink the taste of her lips forever.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“When the head of his cock sweeps past her sweet spot yet again, something explosive erupts out of nowhere.
"Oh, fuuuuck," she whimpers. Her walls flutter around him as her whole body ignites into flames. The pleasure is all-consuming, knocking her thoughts from her mind.
Alexander huffs, stunned. "Did you--- Just from me---"
Eden covers her face with her hands, embarrassed. "I'm sorry. You just feel so good, I---"
He chuckles, pushing her hands aside to pepper her face with kisses. "Don't be sorry, it's alright. Can I keep going?"
"Yes. Yes, please. I want to make you come. Give it to me rough."
"If you want it rough, you'd better hold on to me, sweetheart."
She does so, circling his neck with her arms. He rolls his hips against her, pace picking up in rhythm. The slap of their skin combined with the sound of their filthy groans is music to her ears. He snaps his hips into her relentlessly, searching for more of that sweet friction. The bed creaks in protest beneath them, but they show no signs of slowing down.
"Fucking God, your pussy feels so good."
"Fuck, I--- Right there, oh God right there."
"So nice and tight for me. Spread your legs wider--- that's it."
Eden can feel herself growing tighter, hotter, brighter. She can hardly breathe, and her heart is racing a mile a minute. "I think--- Fuck, I think I'm going to come again. I'm gonna---"
Alexander claims her mouth, tongue sweeping over hers as he pins both her wrists above her head against the pillow. He fucks her harder, claiming her, pushing her closer and closer toward climax. When it happens, she moans into his mouth, quaking beneath his weight. He finds release, too, his muscles tensing as he spills over.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“Is your home life okay?"
"What?"
"Your home life. Are you doing okay, man? Because if the only way to make yourself feel better is to yell at women and get high off the power-trip, might I suggest therapy?”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“You can say whatever you want about me, but none of it's true. You just can't stand the fact that your career is stagnant and you don't have enough talent to climb your way up on your own. If calling me names and threatening me makes you feel like more of a man, fine. Knock yourself out."
Eden yanks her hand away and jabs her forefinger against his chest hard enough that it makes him wince. "You have a problem with me? You tell me. I'll cook circles around you, you snake. You think you can get away with it because I look like an easy target? I've got news for you, asshole, I've got a lot more fight in me than you think. But don't for a second think you can get away with dragging Alexander's name through the mud. He's twice the man you will ever hope to be. You're nothing but a little boy throwing a tantrum. So go ahead, do your fucking worst. Just don't be surprised when karma comes around to bite you in the ass.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“He murmurs, low and hungry, "I really want to ruin you."
Eden bites her lip. She can barely breathe as she rasps, "Then what are you waiting for?"
He hums, content, as he reaches behind her to help lift her bralette up and over her head. Alexander grabs at her small breasts, easily covering her with his massive hands. She shivers, both amused and aroused at how small and protected he makes her feel.
He leaves a line of kisses from her breasts down her stomach, marking her as he works his way down to her jeans. It's a wonder to watch his skilled fingers undo the front of her pants before tugging them off with great haste. All that remains is her matching white lace thong, one that leaves little to the imagination.
Alexander growls. "You're really going to kill me, you know that?"
"Sorry," she replies, breathless.
"Don't be," he mumbles, moving in to lick at her mound through the fabric.
Pleasure spears through her in a massive shock wave, the warmth of his tongue seeping through the lace. The throbbing wetness between her legs grows more and more unbearable with every second. But Alexander takes his time, mouthing at her through her thong with slow and controlled determination.
It's torturous.
It's heaven.
"Take it off," she commands, barely recognizing the sound of her own voice. "Take it---"
"Be patient."
Eden whines. "But I want---"
"I know."
"Please---"
"I told you. I want to ruin you."
Eden moans, lightheaded and babbling nonsense. It's enough to make her toes curl. She's sure she sounds pathetic, panting and mewling like she's in heat.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“Alexander may or may not have peeked out of the kitchen office to make sure Eden actually ate the rest of her Asian fusion abomination. Her delicious Asian fusion abomination.
As much as it bothers him to admit, Alexander has never tasted anything so amazing before. The sauce was tangy, notes of lime coming to the forefront without being overpowering.
The mini pita shells she'd used had been warmed on the skillet, offering a lovely crunchy texture to offset the softness of the Pad Thai.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“She's so small, it's alarming, like handling fine crystal beneath him. He's constantly worried about crushing her, but she doesn't seem to mind him on top. In fact, she pulls him that much closer, eager for more.
Eden sucks on his bottom lip, raking her fingers through his hair like she's searching for a lifeline out in the middle of murky waters. She rolls her hips against him again, unleashing lava through his veins. Her hands are just as greedy as his, dragging down to the front of his chest, wandering further to the front of his pants. Eden palms at his erection through the stiff fabric of his jeans, and he just about loses it.
"Eden---"
There's something ravenous in her eyes. Something seductive and dangerous. It's pure, unadulterated hunger. They're both chefs. They should know.
They move with purpose. Eden undoes his belt, he slips his hands beneath her shirt. She gropes the front of his boxer briefs, he lightly squeezes her small breasts. He mouths at the delicate skin of her throat, she parts her legs that much wider. They breathe as one, panting and groaning and drowning in the pursuit of pleasure.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“Alexander smiles. "Her name's Eden. She's my sous chef."
Xu Hong chuckles. "Oh my. A workplace romance? What's she like?"
"Feisty," he replies, easily imagining the fire behind her beautiful eyes. "Tough. But sweet, too. She can cook circles around me.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“Eden plates the shrimp stew and adds a bit of orange zest on top for a hit of refreshing citrus. The shrimp--- now a beautiful bright red amidst roasted garlic and fennel--- radiates steam. The soup itself is more of a sauce, hearty and thick and zesty.
Next is the coq au vin. She's prepared a smaller batch in light of the fast serving time. It's as traditional as they come, but Eden honestly can't think of any way to make it 'her rendition.' She's added a side of white rice and places a savory chicken thigh atop of the mound, broth soaking into each individual grain.
The mousse is a pain in the ass, but Eden doesn't give up. As much as she loves to eat desserts, she has a hell of a time preparing them. Eden just doesn't have the patience. Mousse itself takes forever to whip up to the right consistency, and considering the fact that she has a million other things to worry about, she can't get it quite the way she likes. She tops it off with a healthy dose of whipped cream, sprinkling bits of hard chocolate overtop to cover up the fact that it isn't the prettiest thing to look at.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“Alexander works diligently and with such care that her heart can't help but flutter. He preheats the oven, saws off four thick pieces of sourdough bread, spreads a generous layer of mayo instead of butter before searing to a perfect golden brown in a pan. Once browned, he uses a single clove of garlic and rubs it against the bread, giving an otherwise boring piece of toast that extra herbal kick.
He's generous with the layers of cheese he applies--- in this case, sharp cheddar and mozzarella--- before he lays everything together, lovingly wraps the food up in a sheet of parchment paper, and pops it in the oven to melt. Once he's satisfied, he pulls the sandwich out and drizzles the top with the lightest trace of honey; a playful balance of sweet and salty.
Alexander plates up without pomp or circumstance, returning to Eden with the fanciest grilled cheese she's ever eaten in her entire life.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“Alexander's selected the best potatoes they have in storage, a medium-sized white onion, a hearty block of Reblochon-style cheese, a slab of fatty bacon, and has even retrieved a dry white wine from the downstairs pantry.
Eden's mind races. The ingredients are simple, but there are hundreds of different possible outcomes. She can't even begin to fathom what Alexander has in store for her.
He handles his knives beautifully. His grip is strong, but just light enough to offer the most flexibility. It isn't very long before he slices up generous bits of bacon and has it sizzling in a hot pan, fat melting away and frying all around the meat to leave it nice and crisp. In goes finely minced onion, and then a good cup or so of white wine to deglaze the bottom of the pan. Then it's the potatoes, which he's skinned and sliced with mind-bending accuracy.
Alexander pops everything into an oven-proof dish before covering the top with a hefty layer of cheese. He places it in the oven, but doesn't bother setting a timer. He's a skilled enough chef to know when it's done.
"Are you going to tell me what this mystery dish is?" Eden asks.
Alexander smiles. "It's a tartiflette," he explains. "My father used to make it all the time. Comfort food, for when I wasn't feeling well.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“Hey, can you do me a favor?"
"Anything."
"Will you... Will you call me by my name?"
She beams, her face brighter than the sun. He realizes just how fitting her name is. She's his ray of sunshine, his garden of Eden. She's a breath of fresh mountain air. She's the warmth of a calm fire in the middle of a dark winter evening. She's absolutely everything to him, so when she opens her mouth to say his name, the world suddenly clicks into place and makes sense.
"Shang," she whispers, so soft, so sweet.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“Bea: Did you meet a girl or something? Just curious.
Bea: That brunette from your work was hot.

Alexander smiles to himself, the ghost of Eden's touch and the smell of her hair lingering like a dream.

Alexander: I 100% agree with you there.
Bea: LOL Happy trails, tiger.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“Welcome to the world of haute cuisine, sweetheart."
Her breath catches in her throat.
Sweetheart.
She knows he's being sarcastic, but the word echoes around inside her skull and makes her feel so terribly strange. Tingly. Oddly warm. Her heart picks up in pace and her skin burns like soft fire. A tiny voice in the back of her head craves to hear him say it again.
Alexander leans forward, officially leaving no space between them. They're so close that all it would take is for Eden to tilt her chin up just so for their lips to touch.
"Here's what's going to happen," he says, tone low and smooth. He smells like peppermint toothpaste and clean laundry, hints of hazelnuts and vanilla lingering just beneath the surface.
"Chef?" she mumbles, mesmerized by the warmth radiating off of his body.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“His hands graze her hips on either side, his dark eyes glued to her lips. "You know what your problem is?"
Eden's knees tremble as a wet heat pools between her legs. God, what is even happening right now? "What?" she rasps.
"You're too soft."
"What's wrong with being soft?"
Alexander's lips whisper across hers. It's not quite a kiss, but it's pretty damn close. She can feel his breath against her cheeks as he speaks, the tips of their noses bumping lightly against each other.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“It's a creamy lobster mashed potato, but it's so much more than that. She can taste the the sweet meat of the shellfish, the salinity of the butter, the earthiness of finely chopped chives. The potatoes are soft, lighter than air, almost like they've been whipped for hours. Eden determines that he's used brie instead of cheddar, giving the whole thing a much milder taste.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“They each contribute at least one dish to their new menu. It's not an extensive list, just a handful of favorites that are not only delicious and filling, but affordable as well.
Peter makes the most mouthwatering shucos on heavenly soft long bread buns, buttered and toasted to perfection before being topped with halved hotdogs, guacamole, cabbage, mayonnaise, tomato sauce, chili sauce, and mustard. It's both crispy and soft at the same time, a perfect combination of textures in one's mouth. It's honestly the perfect dish for anyone looking for a quick but hearty meal for lunch.
Freddie brings fish and chips to the table. Simple, delectable, but hardly anything to scoff at. He makes sure to use a beer batter to bring out the subtle flavors of the fresh halibut he uses. It's then fried to golden perfection. The fries are lovingly cut and seasoned by hand, optional Cajun spice in a small serving bowl to the side. He never skimps on the portion sizes, either. The fish is massive, and he makes sure to pile fries so high, a few always fall off the expo line.
Rina contemplated making a classic pho from scratch, but eventually decided on her and her sister's personal favorite gỏi cuõn--- savory braised pork, massive prawns, soft vermicelli, cucumbers, lettuce, and diced carrots all wrapped up in a pretty rice paper blanket. The way she plates everything makes the dish look like a masterpiece that's too good to eat. Most people do, however, eat it eventually, because it'd be a right shame to waste such an amazing meal.
Eden makes her mother's macaroni and cheese. The cheap, boxed shit from grocery stores doesn't even begin to compare. She comes in early to make the macaroni from scratch, rolling and kneading pasta dough with deft hands. The cheese sauce she uses is also made from scratch, generous helpings of butter and cream and sharp cheddar--- a sprinkle of salt and pepper and oregano, too--- melting into one cohesive concoction she then pours over her recently boiled pasta. She makes every bowl to order, placing everything in cute little ramekins they found on sale, popping it into the oven beneath the broiler so that the butter-coated bread crumb topping can turn a beautiful golden brown. With a bit of chopped bacon and fresh green onions sprinkled on top, it's arguably one of the most demanded dishes at The Lunchbox.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“His pace is slow, the drag of his cock against the ribbed walls of her pussy excruciatingly delightful. He continues to mark her delicate skin, works up a sweat to see her so completely undone. Open-mouthed kisses mix the sounds of their languid groans, their animalistic grunts, their passionate pleas for more please fuck more.
Suddenly emboldened, Eden hooks a leg over his hip and uses the momentum to roll them over. She looks like a fucking goddess riding him, hair a beautiful mess as her perfect tits bounce with her movements. She rolls her hips, coming down on his shaft in a way that nearly leaves him blind with ecstasy.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Eden."
"God, you feel so good."
"You like fucking yourself on my cock?"
"Yes, Shang. You make me so--- ngh--- fucking wet."
"I'm going to make you scream my name. Let's see if we can piss off the neighbors, hm?"
Eden leans forward, the new angle nearly sending him straight over the edge. She presses her forehead to his, their breaths ricocheting off each other's cheeks.
"Eden---"
"I want you to come," she mewls. "I want you to come. I want to make you feel good."
"I'm really close."
"Me, too. Oh, God, I'm---"
He grabs her by the waist and rapidly fucks up into her, snapping his hips and burying himself deep inside. The delicious friction sends them both hurtling, the tight coil in the pit of his stomach exploding like a million fireworks all at once. It's the sound she makes that he truly delights in, a half-sob, half-gasp as her climax rushes through her.
They ride the high together, eventually falling limp in each other's arms.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“Alexander thinks she's so sweet, she's going to give his heart cavities.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“He wants to be gentle and take his time and savor every inch of her. He wants to run his fingers through her hair and tease her to the point of unraveling and give her everything she could ever ask for because she deserves no less.
But he also wants to have her wet on his cock and screaming his name and whimpering nonsense as pleasure overwhelms her senses. He wants to drag his fingers over her skin and mark her with hard kisses and hold her down as orgasm shakes her body.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“We only have five minutes before dessert's ready," she protests.
"I can do a lot to you in five minutes, sweetheart."
"Then what are you waiting for, boyfriend?"
He moves with purpose, hooking his hands around her thighs so that he can lift her up and lay her down on the kitchen table. The dishes have already been cleared, save for a pair of forks that clink together with the sudden movement. His skillful hands make quick work of the front of her jeans, tugging them off hurriedly before kneeling on the kitchen tile between her thighs.
They've already eaten dinner, but he's ravenous. With the time now sitting at four minutes and thirty seconds, he wastes no more time and dips down to enjoy his meal.
The sounds she makes. Alexander's so hard, it's almost painful.
He teases her with his tongue, his fingers; makes his business her pleasure. Eden reaches her peak just as the timer on the oven beeps. Alexander can't help but smirk at himself. He always knew he worked well under pressure.
"Mmph, thank you for that," Eden mumbles. "Sit tight. I'll go get dessert."
"I've already had dessert."
She rolls her eyes. "Cheesy."
Alexander reclaims his seat just as Eden returns with a piping hot baking dish. It's a layer of molten chocolate topped with a gooey marshmallow layer and a buttery graham cracker crust. She also retrieves a tub of vanilla bean ice cream from the fridge and a can of whipped cream...
Which she immediately sprays all over his chest. He's momentarily shocked by the cold, but then Eden gets on her knees with that mischievous glint in her eye that he adores so much.
"Food needs to cool," she reasons. "We've got time to kill.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“We're going to have to be quiet," he whispers, reaching around to slide a hand down the front of Eden's cotton panties. Eden muffles a groan as Shang parts her folds with his fingers. "Fuck, you're already so wet for me."
"Shang---"
"I've got you, sweetheart."
He does little more than brush his fingers up against her clit, but it's enough to make her body tremble beneath him. He draws slow circles against her, amused by how she's struggling to keep her volume under control. The knowledge that he's able to reduce her to a babbling mess with just his fingers makes him painfully hard. He grinds his cock against her ass, the friction he finds almost maddening. It's close, but never enough. Eden writhes and whimpers and it's enough to make him go insane.
"Beautiful," he murmurs into her ear. "Love how you move against me."
A moan rips from her throat as climax hits her, wave after wave of pleasure causing her muscles to spasm. Shang has to place a gentle hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. It's for him and him alone. His teasing hand comes away wet with her arousal. He's never been quite so proud to see such a mess.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“She feels good. That, and the scent of his cologne works like magic on her. Something about him reminds her of the ocean. A little cold and dark sometimes, but with moments of shining brilliance, hidden treasures and vibrant life hidden somewhere deep below.
She wants to dive straight in.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love