Derek walked into the kitchen to see you cooking at the stove, with a wooden spoon in your hand as you stirred the pot. He couldn’t help but admire how adorable you looked, dancing subtly to yourself and humming softly to the quiet music playing in the kitchen. He chuckled as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist before saying, “Mmm, smells good, baby…”

You laughed as you felt him nuzzle his face into your neck, before realising he turned the music up a little. You put the spoon down and turned to face him. He was looking into your eyes with pure admiration before he took your hand and said gently, “Dance with me?”