The first boy I ever loved and I are still in touch. He lives in the UK, we catch up when we are anywhere in proximity, which of course isn’t often.
A recent situation reminded me of a sweet moment with him, of which there are many. Sweet moments, I mean.
He had invited some of his friends over for dinner. He was cooking. I was hovering in the kitchen with him, sipping a cold glass of white wine, avoiding having to socialise.
He was madly busy; chopping, mixing, checking things on the stove, in the oven. I always enjoyed watching him create food. It was wonderfully sexy.
He had me taste something. I’ve forgotten what it was. Delicious. He was a wonderful cook.
“Mmm… yum! They will love it…”, I said.
He paused in the maelstrom of activity and looked at me.
“I don’t care what they think,” he said. “I’m making this for you.”
*swoon*
There might have been kissing after that.
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awwww that is so sweet! And very smart of him too. Much more fun to please you than them.
Respectfully,
Mysticlez
*smile* It was totally sweet!
Ferns
I love these kinds of posts. I’m a sucker for sweetness and romance, because it melts my cynical old heart just a little bit, every time I read one.
I’m a sucker for it also. We are all marshmallows inside.
I mean, I’m a tough domly one, but still :P.
Ferns
Nice! Swoon indeed!
So nice! *wistful sigh*
Ferns
“I don’t care what they think,” he said. “I’m making this for you.”
Exemplary.
*smile* Agreed!
(also, thank you for your last note, I appreciate it…)
Ferns