A couple of hours pass by pleasantly as I try and fail to make the fire and Ben tries and fails to make pasta. In the end, we decide to switch jobs and be done with the whole thing. Despite our f**k-ups, it’s so nice to spend time together that doesn’t revolve around work or anything remotely like it. It dawns on me that this is our first time spending proper time together. Even on our so-called first date at the bowling alley, we were working.
“And…voila!” I declare, placing both plates down on the table as Ben’s head pokes out from the bedroom next door.
“You’re finished already?”
“Of course! It’s not that hard, you know!!” I say with a grin as he tosses the bedsheets to one side to come join me for a seat. “Did you get your housework done, Cinderella?”
I tease as he pulls out a
