The smell of pesto flooded my nose when I stirred in the pasta, just as the song was coming to an end. I felt familiar arms wrap around my waist and josh set his head on my shoulder.
"Hi love." He mumbled into my neck and kissed there.
"Hey, you hungry?" I turned around in his arms and laid my head in the crook of his neck as well, taking in his scent.
"A little." We continued swaying together for a few more seconds, but then I broke apart to stir in the pasta again. josh grabbed onto my wrist and spun me around to face him when the trumpets of Dean Martin sounded through the speakers.
I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. "'When marimba rhythm starts to play.'" I sang along.
"'Dance with me, make me sway.'" We both laughed and danced around our kitchen for the rest of the song.
We bowed to the invisible audience and giggled our asses off. After, I smelt something burning.
"Do you smell that?" I turned and asked josh, who was wiping his eyes from laughing tears.
"Smell what?" I gasped when I remembered.
"The pasta!"
why must I be this way T_T
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Greta Van Fleet
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