With a nice honeyed brew, the air in the cozy kitchen was thick with the sweet, intoxicating aroma of tea. Steam rose languidly from the cup, curled and danced in the air, wrapping around you like a soft embrace.

Speaking of which, you feel that same warmth sluggishly envelope closely around your waist from behind. You could feel the soft brush of breath against your neck, followed by a faint groan from the lips pressed against your shoulder.

Instantly recognizing his touch, you shifted your focus from the tea to the head that comfortably rested to your left, where tousled hair framed his face.

"You know...i'm sneezing an awful lot, perhaps it means someone is thinking terribly a lot about me, no?"

he murmurs lazily