There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

“I’ve done exactly what I want to,” Cole says, his expression stern. “Don’t
try to prevent me doing more of what I want. You should know by now it’s
impossible.”
I never know how to deal with Cole. He really is relentless.
I change the subject, saying, “Look at this—you can use the hot pasta water
to thaw the frozen peas.”
“Genius,” Cole says, with a small smile.
When I’ve stirred the sauce into the hot noodles, and divided the two portions
onto our plates, Cole twirls the carbonara around his fork and takes an
experimental bite.
“Well?” I say, bouncing in my seat.
“I take back what I said. This is really fucking good.”
“Better than Italy?”
“You tell me after you try the real thing. You’re the one with the best palate.”
I flush with pleasure, attacking my own plate of food.
I’ve never enjoyed compliments as much as Cole’s. Men have always told me
I was pretty, but that’s the blandest of tributes. It says nothing about me as a
person.
Cole compliments my taste, my opinions, and my talents. He notices things
that nobody ever bothered to notice about me before, like the fact that I can
taste and smell more acutely than most people, which really does make me a
better cook.
It’s the silver lining of my sensory issues. While I’m often distracted or
stressed by light, sound, smell, and touch, I also take deep pleasure from
music and food, rich colors and textures, and the right kind of touch on my
skin. It’s a blessing and a curse. When everything is wrong, it’s pure torture.
But when all goes right, it’s a gift I’d never give up.
Cole is more considerate of my sensory issues than anyone I’ve ever known.
While he occasionally uses them to manipulate me, he’s never tormented me