NORA'S POV:-
The stew was cooking on a stove and the rice was ready too. I felt like royalty as I watched Tristan cooking for me. He was covered in sweat. The stew smelled heavenly but I was drooling over the man I had married. His golden skin was glistening in front of the stove. It was not hot outside. But since he locked all the doors of the kitchen, he was covered with sweat because he was standing in front of the stove.
He put the lid on the pot and stood in front of me. I was about to wrap my arms around him when he grabbed both of my hands into one of his hands and pinned them against the cabinet, over my head. “Don't touch me, baby girl. I am all sweaty and gross.” He whispered softly while caressing my cheek and my lower lip with the thumb of his other hand.
I was starting to f
