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I could get used to this.

Seventeen

“All right, are you wanting to go live or just film the steps on how to make everything?” I ask Aurora as I place the last bag on the counter.

“Either could work,” she says thoughtfully as she takes a bottle of Tapatio hot sauce out of a bag. “Sometimes I go live randomly, but if you don’t want to be a part of it, I’ll gladly just film the steps.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “You want me to join you?”

A beautiful blush covers her cheeks.

I wonder where else I could make her blush.

“I mean, if you don’t want to, that’s okay. I didn’t mean to assume anything.”

“Well,” I say, looking around the kitchen. “I figured I would have to hold the camera for you, but I’m willing to sacrifice my pretty face in the name of your content. Let me find something to use to prop it up out of the way.”

I bite back a smile when Aurora rolls her eyes. “How very chivalrous of you. My tripod is over there.”

I turn and start to walk toward the item she indicated.

“Santi,” Aurora says, making me pause.

I look over my shoulder. “Yeah?”

Aurora holds the bag of tortillas in one hand and slaps them into the other nervously. “Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome.”

I work on setting up the tripod, working to get the right angle for her video. Usually, I wouldn’t worry so much, but this is for her. I would do anything to make her happy, so this needs to be perfect.

“Can you turn on your camera, please? I need to see if the height is right or not,” I tell her.

Aurora grabs her phone and unlocks the screen before handing it to me.

Double-checking that the camera is front facing, I pop it into the tripod stand. Moving around the island, I snag Aurora’s wrist and pull her into the frame in front of me. The camera height isn’t bad, but it could be better. I’ll need to raise it an inch or two.

She looks good in my arms.

Leaning forward, I place a quick kiss against the back of her head. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, I’m going to start some coffee.”

“Sounds good.”

Heading back to the tripod, I adjust it a couple of times before I’m sure it’s the perfect height.

“You ready?” I ask her.

“I think so. I have everything set out and ready. How are you with a knife?”

Walking back around the island, I come to a stop next to her.

“I can hold my own.”

“Perfect. Go wash your hands.”

While she gets her feed ready, I wash my hands.

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