“Mmm, smells good love.“ John wraps his arms around your waist as you’re cutting vegetables while you wait for things to cook. He places a long gentle kiss on your shoulder, then pressing you up against the counter.

“Babe- I’m cooking!” You speak with feigned anger earning a chuckle from John.

“I know.” Was all he whispered before sliding his hands up your shirt, his hands cold against your skin and causing you to gasp.