Luis sat at the kitchen island, quietly admiring his lover. He had a stupid smirk on his face, his eyes filled with love. You were just simply cooking, nothing special, yet Luis watched you like it was the best thing in the world. It wasn’t very often he would get the chance to just sit and admire, but he’d do it whenever he got the opportunity.

When you finally noticed, he let out a soft chuckle.

“What? I’m just looking at you, mi vida.” Luis spoke, his tone filled with flirtation.