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Cooking

Evan wrapped his hand around mine, pressing his chest to my back as he helped me stir the pasta sauce. I don't even need any help to stir... 

"Like this," he murmured sensually into my ear.

Yes, I definitely do not know how to stir pasta sauce. At all. It's just so complicated, you know.

Then, for whatever reason I did not know, he stopped moving. Not knowing why the poop he was just awkwardly standing behind me with his chest pressed to my back, still holding my hand that was holding a spatula, I turned my head to look at him questioningly. To my utter surprise, he was gazing back at me, flicking his eyes down to my lips. He swept a lock of hair away from my face, causing some of my hair to fall into the food, and some of it to light on fire.

Meh. I'll just chop my hair off into itsy-bitsy pieces and stir them in later. Because why not, am I right?

Evan gazed down at me in adoration and looked at my hair on fire in awe. "I just love fire, don't you? It's beautiful in every way, just like yo- " Suddenly he stuck his nose in my hair and inhaled deeply, not seeming to care he'd burnt his nose in the process.

I let in a sudden intake of air as his lips glided over mine. Setting down the spatula, he lifted me by the hips, setting me down on the kitchen counter and walked between my legs. Well, tried to- I had my thighs clamped together.

"Nope. It's your turn." Ahh, how I loved being a cockblock. Wait... what cock though?

He looked at me skeptically.

I shook my head again. "You got it. My legs are going to be between yours, and you're going to be forced to spread your legs and go into an uncomfortable squat position so it looks like you're taking a dump."

After staring back at me as if I was insane, Evan let out a deep chuckle, opting for pressing my body flush against his as he passionately kissed me, holding me against the counter. At least, that was until I felt a knife sticking out of my back. Of course.

Note to self: Never make out in the kitchen unless if you want to be impaled by a knife. Kitchen counters are dangerous, man.

If you wish to know what was going on in my mind when I wrote this, even I do not know.