Dan broke the silence first.
"Now, I have to show m'lady that I can cook"
I smiled, remembering what he said earlier, and trying not to laugh.
Out of the bag, he grabbed potatoes, spaghetti, and ingredients for meatballs.
"Interesting combination you got there"I pointed out.
"I'm gonna be honest with you, I have no idea what I'm doing"
I laughed, and dan just smiled while he looked over all of the ingredients on the table in front of him.
He got the potatoes out and skinned them. His delicate, but bruised hands manoeuvred the small plastic peeler around the potato with no trouble. I never thought peeling potatoes could be so beautiful until dan proved me wrong.
He took out a pot from a drawer below him, and put in the potatoes.
In one move, he swung around with the pot to put it on the stove top, when the potato Chunks slid out of the pot and hit the tiles below him.
"Shit shit shit" he breathed, and I raced around the bench to help him pick them up...laughing.
"Shut up" dan said, in a playful tone.
That's when dan stopped what he was doing, and looked at me picking up the rest of the chunks. I moved to meet his eyes.
"What?" I asked, clearly trying to busily save what was left of the potatoes.
He leant over, and our lips connected. He held the back of my neck, pushing me into a passionate kiss. My hand slipped out from underneath me, and I was left on the floor of his kitchen, with dan on top of me.
Dan laughed through the kiss at me, and I moved my hands to his waist.
"Shut up" I said, copying his tone before.
"Dan I'm home" I heard the front door open, and Phil's footsteps coming into the kitchen. I jumped up from underneath dan, grabbed the pot, and popped up from underneath the counter just in time to see phil enter the kitchen.
"Emma!" Phil said in both a surprised and confused tone.
"God dammit phil" dan said from the ground below me.
"Oh there he is" phil said, chuckling under his breath.
"What are you doing?"
"Dan dropped potatoes" I said, before dan could say anything.
"He dropped...potatoes" he said, obviously Suspicious as to why we were on the floor...but he had some idea.
"What are you making"
"Spaghetti" dan said, still on the ground.
"Assaghetti" phil replied laughing. I could feel the heat run to my cheeks.
Dan laughed silently to himself, and shook his head.
"God dammit phil" he repeated.
