"I'll have to keep that in mind," I teased him, as if I hadn't already known the power cooking for someone you loved. Both for him, and for me. There was little in the world that made me feel more useful.

Reaching for the tongs, I turned the steaks, glad that I was familiar enough with this process to be able to do it one-handed with ease.

While the second side seared, I twisted in his arms to kiss him, mouth smudging clumsily against his.