“Oliver,” I chide softly, turning so that I can lift my free hand and put it on his cheek, thumbing under his eye until he meets my gaze. “You do so much, pesca. Every single day.”
My deflated heart swells in my chest, valiantly beating for him while he patches the cracks. I lean in and press our mouths together, giving him a lingering kiss and pulling back to smile at him.
“But if you want to cook, I won’t stop you,” I tell him in a lighter tone, kissing his cheek and then pulling myself to my feet. My body is a little sore from not moving much and I stretch my arms over my head, twisting at the waist. “Can I help, or should I just open the wine and look pretty?”
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Date: 2024-12-13 05:43 am (UTC)My deflated heart swells in my chest, valiantly beating for him while he patches the cracks. I lean in and press our mouths together, giving him a lingering kiss and pulling back to smile at him.
“But if you want to cook, I won’t stop you,” I tell him in a lighter tone, kissing his cheek and then pulling myself to my feet. My body is a little sore from not moving much and I stretch my arms over my head, twisting at the waist. “Can I help, or should I just open the wine and look pretty?”