: Part 5
I couldn't help but tease him playfully, asking, "So, do you move the furniture back and have football matches on Saturdays with your commandos?"
He chuckled, and even without seeing his face, I could hear the smile in his voice as he replied, "No."
Unwilling to stop my playful interrogation, I continued, "Rugby?"
Turning to the fridge and opening it, he repeated his response, "No."
Undeterred, I pressed on, "Paintball?"
Closing the fridge, he looked over his shoulder at me with a grin on his face and answered, "No."
I couldn't help but hum thoughtfully in response to his playful denials.
He expertly finished preparing my coffee and brought it over to me, standing casually against the counter with his hip touching mine, our bodies now in close proximity.
As we bo
