When I try to leave the bathroom, he wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me in to place a single kiss on my forehead. Leaning back, I eye him. “Did you just give me a forehead kiss while I’m wearing my chef’s coat?” “Mm-hmm.” “I’ve made grown men cry while wearing this coat.” “Oh, I have no doubt about that, but girl bosses need forehead kisses too.”
