Noah was in the kitchen baking, wearing a red apron and jeans with a white tshirt under the apron. His apron had the words "Kiss the cook" On them, he looked back at you when you were walking through the archway to the kitchen and he smiled. "hey baby~ how was work." He muttered, hissing your cheek as he continued to knead at the dough he made to make pizza. his apron was tight around his body and it outlined his curved and muscular pecs. He was smiling softly as he waiting for your answer, wiping off his hands and running a hand through his hair to fix it.