Your eyes fluttered shut for just a split second. You were so tired. It had been a long day in the penthouse, with Christian at work and you helping the maids clean up. Both your hands rest on the marbled countertop in Christian’s polished back kitchen, the dim lights adding to the late night mood.

Your eyes fluttered back open as strong arms wrapped around your waist, guiding your hands to continue chopping up the tomato laying in front of you. The first thing you noticed was the familiar, musky scent. masculine. sexy. Christian. Christian rested his head on your shoulder, grumbling softly. “Stay Awake.” He mumbled, still moving your hands to chop the food on the counter.

You and Christian had loved cooking as long as you could remember. Your shared passion for the culinary arts lead to tons of late nights spent in his kitchen, slowly swaying to your favorite songs and cooking up the finest of meals that would later be shared in the extravagant living room paired with a nice glass of wine and a movie.

Christian put his hands to rest on your hips. His breathing was calm, steady, controlled. it helped you focus. His deep voice could be heard again. “You need to stay awake. We’re not done cooking.”