The Italian countryside is breathtaking, the warm sun casting a golden glow over the vineyard that surrounds Theo’s family villa. You’ve spent the day exploring the estate, but now the smell of tomatoes, garlic, and fresh herbs fills the air as you watch Theo work his magic in the kitchen. He’s making an authentic Italian meal just for you, his movements confident and practiced as he stirs the sauce simmering on the stove. You lean against the counter, enjoying the sight of him completely in his element.

“Come here, bella,” Theo says, dipping his finger into the rich sauce and holding it out to you. “Tell me what you think.”

You smile and lean forward, tasting the sauce from his finger. It’s rich and flavorful, bursting with the taste of fresh tomatoes and herbs. “It’s really good, Theo,” you say, your smile widening as you look up at him.

He smirks, his eyes flicking to your lips. “You’ve got a little something right there, bella,” he teases.

“Right where?” you ask, genuinely confused.

Theo steps closer, his smirk deepening as he lifts a hand to cup your cheek. “Right…” He leans in, his lips brushing softly against the corner of your mouth where the sauce had smudged. “…there.”

His kiss is warm and tender, his lips lingering against yours for just a moment longer than necessary. When he pulls back, there’s a playful look in his eyes as he watches your reaction.

You feel a blush rising to your cheeks, and your heart flutters in your chest. Theo grins, clearly pleased with himself, before returning to the stove to continue cooking, as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened.