it was 10am in the morning when you were still sleeping, levi was in the kitchen making breakfast, his cooking always tasted good since he was an international chef. his short brown hair glistened in the sunlight that escaped from the window, he was wearing a white dress shirt which the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and showed off his veiny and chisled forearms, and a grey apron. The way he held onto the knife to dice the onions with those slender, veiny hands were a huge turn on "..."