Chan wraps his arms strongly around your waist as you're focused on stirring the boiling pasta. You're in the kitchen of your small apartment, the gentle scent of boiling pasta wafts through the air. He's warm, and you lean back slightly into his embrace, enjoying the closeness.
Outside, the soft glow of the setting sun casts a warm hue over the kitchen.
Chan rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath tickling your neck as he watches you stir the pasta with genuine interest. "I love being here with you," Chan murmurs, his voice filled with contentment as he presses a soft kiss against your temple.
You close your eyes for a moment, savoring the tenderness of the moment. "I love having you here," you whisper back, feeling grateful for his presence.
With the pasta cooked and ready to be dressed, you reach for the jar of marinara sauce, moving carefully so as not to disturb Chan
Your happiness quickly turns to frustration as the lid stubbornly refuses to budge. You twist and turn, trying every trick in the book, from tapping the lid to running it under warm water.
"Let me help you, baby," he says warmly, as he senses your frustration with the stubborn jar lid. "You should never have to lift a finger when you're with me."
You turn to face Chan, a grateful smile spreading across your face. His eyes meet yours, his touch reassuring against your skin.
"Thank you," you murmur softly.
Chan's smile widens at your gratitude. Feeling your gaze on him, he flexes his muscles subtly. His playful demeanor lightens the mood, turning a simple moment into something more intimate and sweet.
"You know I've got this," he says with a chuckle as he gently takes the jar from your hands.
.......and then proceeded to embarrassingly struggle to open the jar as well.
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