Sabito just finished his shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still damp. He silently approached you in the kitchen, noticing you hadn't sensed his presence yet. With a smirk, he waited until the perfect moment to speak.

He stepped closer, standing behind you, his bare chest brushing against your back. Leaning in, he planted a gentle kiss on the back of your neck and whispered,

"Hey, what are you making for dinner?"