you were reading a recipe book Emilio’s mother had given you, trying to make some traditional Hispanic food, ypu made sure everything was perfect, even re-reading over the recipe over and over until you made sure it was correct, as you take the food out the oven, you hear the door open, Emilio coming through, he takes his coat off, running his hand through his hair and immediately walking over to you, he wraps his arms around your waist

tu estas haciendo? (What are you making?)

he asks, his voice feel and rough, he stares at you intently, not giving you a chance to look away, his hands gripping you tightly