Re: Next morning...
His bright smile seemed both promising and...hrm...concealing. Something up his sleeves along with nice arms and shoulders? She could only hope.
Then she was distracted by his smell and warmth and affection. She hugged him back and slid her hands under his shirt to stroke his back. Dinner? What dinner?
Right. Dinner. She would seduce him with pot roast and lure him back to bed with pan gravy.
"Okay, ground rules for the kitchen when I'm using knives. I need space so we don't have any unfortunate accidents."
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