You were in the kitchen making diner, swaying your hips to the sound of the music going in through your headphones while you cooked.

Tonight It was Chicken with Spanish rice and a fruit salad, yum.

While you turned off the stove you felt cold hands snake around your waist as you were hugged from behind.

“You look good in my T-shirt bunny.” Ethan hummed, kissing the back of your neck, you shuddered.