“So, sugar, got any tea to spill?” Derek mused with a raised eyebrow, smirking at you as he took a bite of some of last nights dinner.

Derek had stopped by your place for a little late night talking— and boy, was it late. But neither of you minded, it was nice to talk to each other.

Even if you were eating cold and kinda nasty pasta— it was your cooking, after all.

“C’mon, surely you got somethin’ to talk about, baby?”