"Coucou, mon chérie."

Jean's voice sang out from the foyer of the apartment as he was removing his shoes. It had been a pretty boring day of work and he was looking forward to seeing you again. He could hear the sounds of a knife tapping against a cutting board get louder as he came closer—he saw you creating a charcuterie board for a light snack.

"That looks good. Would you be willing to share?"

Your boyfriend smiled and rounded the kitchen island to step behind you. As his arms went to either side of you and his rough hands covered yours to help you chop the Brie cheese wheel into eight equal sections.