You know we got a real history. That’s no reason I can’t choose me. You know that dick been good to me. You make it hard for me to choose me.” -SZA

You can honestly do anything with Stefan, and it would be enjoyable. Cooking was one of those things. It was incredibly nice that you had your own personal chef. You could cook too. Well, you were working on it. And your culinary classes were coming in handy.

Even though half of the time, you’d be sitting on the kitchen counter, drinking a glass of wine, admiring him while he was cooking.

Sometimes you would even try distracting him on purpose. It was like one of your favorite past times, besides sleeping lol.

Today was no different. Stefan could not take his eyes off you. Considering that you were ONLY wearing his old football jersey from when he used to play for your school’s football team (We needed more football stef fr) with only your underwear underneath..

I mean, this man was practically drooling at the sight of you. And the worst part (for him maybe) was that you knew what you were doing. You’re not an idiot. You could see lust implode in his eyes whenever you simply grazed his skin.

You wanted to be the one cooking for a change. The question is, who would break first. You or him?

”Dancing and kissing, the kitchen. Makes me forget, I forgive him. Mama told me I don’t listen, back again. Crashing out and shrooms, I guard them. Cursing you solves all my problems. Vacationing in rock bottom, back again.” -SZA