Despite my offer to prepare a meal for him, Christian swiftly took the lead the moment we crossed the kitchen threshold. His sturdy arms wrapped around my waist, effortlessly hoisting me off the ground and settling me onto the cool, polished countertop.
"Christian," I exclaimed, a mixture of surprise and delight coursing through me at his unexpected gesture. But before I could utter another word, he gently silenced me with a tender peck on my lips, his touch sending a rush of warmth through my veins.
With a concerned gaze, he murmured softly, "You've just recovered from a high fever. Let me do the work." His words were punctuated by a gentle kiss pressed to my forehead, a silent promise of his care and affection.
As he donned an apron, a playful yet determined smirk tugged at the corner
