He moved confidently in the kitchen, in a way she'd never observed before. It was strangely fascinating, really, watching him getting various ingredients out of the fridge, wiping a bench clear of the dishes his children had left there, the way he casually swung a dishtowel over his shoulder.
It shouldn't be so mesmerizing to her but it was. He'd been hopeless in the kitchen when they'd lived together and now this domesticity clung to him like a well-worn tee. As he bent over to get some plates out of a low cupboard, Stevie found herself paying far too much attention to how well his jeans accentuated his bum, and wasn't that just perfect?
"Do you need help?" she called out, restless and cursing her wandering mind.
Smirking, he turned to her, leaning back against the fridge. "You think I'm going to screw something up?"
"Well, are you?" Stevie replied, raising an eyebrow questioningly.
He threw the dish towel in her face, leaving her scrunching up her nose in disgust. "You're so gross, Lindsey. Your skills in the kitchen might've improved but that certainly hasn't changed..."
"Yeah, because the germs I've put on that will REALLY do some damage. I'd hate for you to have to touch something that's touched me."
"Boy cooties," Stevie laughed, discarding the towel on the other side of the table, watching as he came closer to her. Why did he have to move so gracefully, like he was hunting her down?
"You used to like my cooties..." he said, and his voice was far too dangerous, far too tempting.
The ache she felt was more than a sliver of regret over what might have been. She ached for what she still desired. "Who says I don't like them now?"
Lindsey eyes darted immediately to her lips.
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