The doorbell rings, but I already saw him walking up the steps. I open the door. “Thanks for coming out to have dinner with us. I know it’s a bit of a drive.”
“It’s no trouble.” He hands me the rolls he brought, “Thank you for the invitation.”
“My spouse just put the steaks on. How do you like yours?” I ask.
“Medium.”
“Perfect.” I gesture toward the table, “Please, sit down. I’m almost finished.” I poke my head out the back and let my spouse know how he likes his steak and then resume cooking, “Can I get you a drink?”
“Water’s great for now,” and he sips from the cup in front of him.
I walk to the stove and turn on the burner. He’s making me so hot. I take off my apron, but it’s not enough. So, I slip off my shoes and socks, remove my cardigan and take off my shirt.
He’s come up behind me, hands on my waist and is nuzzling my neck. This is definitely not helping, but I love it. I turn to kiss him…