"Smells good," Jason yawned loudly as he wandered into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and setting his chin on your shoulder. He watched as you flipped the eggs, squeezing you tight against him. "Need me to help with anything?"

You shake your head. The food was almost done by now, so all you ask him to do is set the dishes. He hums, kissing your temple softly and rubbing your hip.

"Of course," he murmurs, begrudgingly peeling away from you.