Chapter Twenty-Five

“Are you okay?”

Yna opened her eyes and resisted the urge to smile at the señorito. Which happened anyway, since his smile was infectious. “I don’t know if I can stand up. I’m so full, sen—Eric.” Her smile disappeared at the almost mistake.

He laughed. “You’re so cute.”

Yna sighed and mumbled. “You’re so weird.”

He clearly heard that and laughed some more. When he started to get up, Yna moved, too.

“What are you doing?”

She blinked. “I’m going to help you with the dishes.”

“Sit. I’ll do it myself.”

“You’re going to wash the dishes?”

“I’ll just load them up in the dishwasher.”

“You have a dishwasher?” She looked in the direction of the kitchen. “I thought you said there was nobody else here?”

He paused. “I meant the dishwashing… machine. I have kitchen equipment that can wash dishes for me.”

She felt her cheeks warming up. “Ah… yeah. I’ve heard of those, of course. I just don’t know of anyone… except you… now… who actually has it, of course.” She closed her eyes, hoping she could just m