"You're going to make it very hard to cut this onion evenly," she said. Her voice was impressively steady, which only meant she was putting effort into it.
"You'll manage," he replied as he continued caresing her intimately. "You seemed pretty confident about your cooking a moment ago."
"I said that before you decided to," She let out a quiet breath, a soft note of playful frustration that didn't quite reach her eyes. "You're very distracting."
"I'm just standing here."
"You're not just standing here."
A pause.
"Don't act like you don't like this..." He said as he leaned in slightly, his voice lowering near her ear, warm and unhurried. "Don't you like it like this?"
Her grip on the knife stilled for half a second.
"…I do," Sophie admitted, softer now, like the words had slipped out before she could weigh them.
A faint, knowing smile touched his lips. "Mm."
