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She stood at the kitchen doorway, wiping her hands on her apron.
"Dinner's ready," she called out, trying to sound serious.
From the living room, he didn't answer.
Instead... he appeared behind her.
"Is it?" he murmured near her ear.
She jumped. "Why do you walk like a ghost?!"
He chuckled. "Because my wife gets shy really quick."
"I do not-" she started, but he gently turned her around.
Her cheeks were already pink.
"See?" he teased softly. "I didn't even do anything."
"You're impossible. Go sit. The food will get cold."
"Hm," he pretended to think. "But my wife looks warmer."
She gasped and lightly hit his chest. "Stoppp."
He leaned a little closer, lowering his voice.
"You cooked with so much love... shouldn't I appreciate the chef first?"
Her heart was racing now. "Appreciate after eating."
"What if I'm hungry for something else?"
She covered his mouth instantly. "Say one more word and I'm not serving you."
He kissed her palm gently before she could pull it away.
"I love teasing you," he whispered.
She tried to walk away, but he caught her wrist - not tight, just enough to pull her back gently.
"Okay, okay," he smiled. "Let's eat. But sit next to me."
"Why?"
"So I can steal bites from your plate... and watch you blush."
She rolled her eyes, but sat beside him anyway.
And as she served him, he leaned close again and said quietly-
"You call me for dinner... but you're my favorite part of the meal."
She almost dropped the spoon.
He grinned.
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