Leon sits at the kitchen table, trying to focus on enjoying his coffee and not ogling you. But you’re the world’s biggest distraction, standing at the counter with your sleeves rolled up, your hands coated in flour as you knead a supple ball of dough. You look so beautiful in the morning sunlight that he cant help himself. Leon sets down his mug and stands, wrapping his arms around your waist. “What’re you baking?” He presses a kiss to your neck.