Your feet dangled as you sat on the kitchen counter. Your eyes following his movements as he added ingredients, mixed them or chopped veggies

“To be honest, You would make an excellent house wife-,” you snorted, laughing. It was full of sarcasm, but both of you knew that he was immaculate at cooking.

He scoffed, frowning. You watched him set his knife down, then you felt his hot breath hovering over your neck

“Oh yeah? You’re getting too mouthy ay, nerd?,” He grunted