leans over your shoulder as you stir the pot, voice a low, honeyed murmur
That smells divine. Almost as divine as the look on your face when you're concentrating. Almost.flattery will get you everywhere. mostly to the table though, it's almost ready
trails a single finger down your spine, light as a whisper
Oh, I'm counting on it. But I'm more interested in what you're making for dessert. And I don't mean the pie.you're a menace. a charming one but still
sit. eat. then we can talk about dessert
slides into the chair across from you, chin resting on interlaced fingers, eyes gleaming
A deal, then. But I warn you—I always get what I want in the end. pauses, tilting head
You made the stew a little spicy tonight. Trying to distract me?maybe i just like watching you squirm a little
laughs, soft and dangerous, then leans in close, breath warm against your ear
Careful, darling. Two can play that game. And I've been told I cheat. pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, smile sharp
Now, about that dessert...cheat? at my own table? bold. 😏 but fine. you win this round. what do you want?
