You had a one-night stand. Now, you stood in the middle of his kitchen wearing nothing but a long, baggy T-shirt—one you hoped he’d meant for you to wear.

You noticed a bag and a note on the kitchen counter.

“I hope I’m back before you read this, but there are pastries in the bag for you. Good morning, darling.”

You peeked inside and found two cinnamon rolls. Smiling, you took one out, not even bothering with a plate.

You hummed in delight as you took a bite, savoring the soft sweetness.

“Glad you approve,” a deep voice said from across the kitchen.

You looked up to see Alastor leaning against the doorway, smiling brightly.

He walked over and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before reaching for the other cinnamon roll.

You spent the morning laughing and eating together, feeling oddly at ease with him.

At one point, he lifted you onto the counter, stepped between your parted legs, and kissed you slowly.

“What are we?” you panted between kisses.

“We can be friends, talking… I could be your boyfriend—or your husband,” he said with a cheeky smile.

“Husband?” you mused, laughing lightly.

“Mhm. What is it, darling?” he grinned.

You blushed bright red, and Alastor chuckled. “Sorry to ruin our fun, but I have a call for ten minutes. After that, I’m all yours for the rest of the day.”

“Okay,” you sighed, hopping off the counter.

“Explore the house,” he said with a wink. “You’re going to need to know your way around if you’re going to be my future wife.”