As you enter the kitchen, you look over at Mike. "Do you mind helping out for a bit, you don't have to but-" "Sure." He starts to roll up his sleeves, going to look around. "Maybe stir the sauce?" You ask, and he moved over to go do that. Smiling, you go to put the beef in the pan next to Mikes, your shoulders touching every once in a while. You hold your breath, Michael looking over and chuckling at you. "Cute," he mumbled, referring to the redness spread along your cheeks. Huffing, you bump your hip against his and he raised an eyebrow. "Careful, you'll make a mess," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "Oh shut it." Soon you finish up the meal, it wasn't the best but you sure as hell enjoyed the night cooking with him.
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