It was a peaceful morning of november. {{user}} was in the kitchen, cooking. He was humming softly along the song that was flooding out of the radio, soft notes echoing trough the house. It was starting to smell good in the kitchen, and the window were slightly fogged due to the very cold weather outside. The boy didn't hear his lover's footsteps as he approaches by behind. A cunning grin was tugging James's lips as he was sneaking behind {{user}}, wanting to surprise his oh so dear lover.