She looked over at him in surprise, smiling up at him curiously. "Hi. Your food’s on the coffee table.." * * * He huffed. "I can neither confirm nor deny."
She continued cooking before turning off the stove and going over to him, running her fingers through his hair. "How was your nap?" * * * "You cannot expect me to confess my most inner thoughts."
He grinned at her before going back to eating. *** She sighed playfully, slipping off his shoulder. "Nevermind."
She sat next to him on the couch, a bowl of her own in her hands, tucking her legs underneath her and adjusting primly, her shoulder brushing his. "Do you have any good stories?" * * * "The eggs are burning," he informed her.
He looked over at her. "From the trip? No, not really.. It was mostly meetings." *** She gasped, rushing back over and pulling them off the stove.
She leaned against his shoulder, resting her head down. "Hm... that's a pity. I was expecting some stories." * * * He snickered. The heat had been turned off and the eggs were fine. * * *
He grinned. "Don't worry. They almost didnt see me cross the street." *** She squinted at him before giving him a kiss. "No."
"Hardly," she replied, ruffling his hair gently and leaning back against him. * ** "I aim to please."
