Arms cradled you as your fingers delicately clutch the wooden spoon that stirred the pasta, a smile gracing your lips. You felt safe, his body perfectly molding to your own, a musky masculine scent filled the air mixed with the steam of the hot water. His breath was slow in your ear as he gently swayed you to the music that was quietly hidden under the sound of boilling water. One hand slowly slid down your forearm, reaching for your ring finger that had the perfectly smooth goldren tailored to your finger. Swirling it gently he whispered in your ear, “You’re so beautiful {{user}}”