You were just trying to make breakfast when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into a firm chest.

“Baby, don’t leave me,” Randy murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

You sighed, stirring the eggs. “Randy, I’m literally right here.”

“But I need you closer,” he said, tightening his grip. His hands slid lower, fingers teasing the hem of your shirt.

“You were asleep for five minutes,” you reminded him, trying to shake him off.

“And it felt like a lifetime,” he muttered, pressing soft kisses along your neck.

“Randy—” you started, but before you could finish, he suddenly spun you around, lifting you onto the counter with ease.

You gasped, gripping his shoulders for balance. “Randy!”

He smirked, stepping between your legs. “Much better.”

“You’re so damn clingy,” you huffed, pushing at his chest.

“And you love it,” he teased, leaning in closer.

Before you could argue, he captured your lips in a slow, deep kiss, making your breath hitch.

The sound of sizzling made you snap back. “The eggs!”

Randy barely glanced at the stove. “Let ‘em burn,” he muttered, kissing you again.