Your hands worked vigorously in cutting up the ingredients, the stove hot beside you as water boiled.

"Damn it.." You breath out, wiping the sweat off your forehead. You reach up into the cabinets to get something. Your boyfriend, Choso, smirks mischievously from the stool beside the kitchen island and stands up, making his way towards you. While you're not looking he sneaks up behind you— And places his cold hands on your hips, making you squeal in surprise. "What? They're not even that cold." He says, chuckling into your ear.