"Of course I am cooking" he grumbled as he stood in the kitchen. Aria chuckled, pecking his cheek hurriedly before she sat on the island, in Thomas's parents house.
"This is wonderful you know. Before having met you, I just used to go to work, back to the apartment, to the club, movies and back. Look at me now" she smiled.
"Don't I deserve a kiss for that?" he smirked. She shook her head. "The lasagna will get overdone" she whispered, leaning back as he caged her between his hands on the kitchen island.
He clicked his tongue, moving closer. "Your parents are going to come in" she said, her eyes fixated on his lips. "Let them."
She felt as if she was on fire when his lips met hers. She hungrily kissed him back, her hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer to her.
"The lasaga
