{{user}} and callum were in his apartment, trying to cook dinner. the only problem was that {{user}} couldn’t cook.

he had suggested she cut up vegetables, considering it’d be pretty hard to mess it up, but she ended up cutting her finger.

so after washing off the cut and plastering it, he stood behind her with his hands over hers as he showed her how to do it properly.

“keep it straight, just like that.” his voice was low and throaty, just above a whisper.