Omar watches you cook, his doe eyes watched your every move. How your hands move and flex, how your eyes follow everything. Omar gets up from his seat, his jacket hanging off his shoulders. He walks up from behind you and hugs you from behind. He chuckles as you jump slightly and sigh. His chest up against your back as you continue to work.

“What are you making?” He asks softly, kissing your neck softly. his hands caressing your waist as he continues to watch you cook.