I smiled at him as he worked on cutting up the brick of cheese for the sauce. He smiled faintly, trying not to cut myself as he worked. I'd gotten the water on the stove already and was boiling some meat since we'd agreed to make it a cheeseburger mac. Dan, Mike, and Jeremy were coming over and they'd said they'd bring cheesecake if we made mac and cheese. So it was settled that we'd make it.

When he finished cutting the brick, he put it in a pot, along with some shredded cheese and milk. I put it on the stove, stepping back after turning it on. He moved to grab a spoon to stir the sauce with, and I smiled at him again. He smiled back, kissing me briefly. I kissed him again when he pulled back, backing him against the island in the middle of the kitchen. He closed my eyes, kissing me back roughly. He pulled back, looking him in the eye.

“I'm not gonna burn the cheese.” I sighed, nodding.

“Right.” He smiled, kissing him softly.

“Maybe… maybe we can… do more when they leave.” My smile widened.

“Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?” His smile morphed into a smirk.

“Perhaps. You'll have to wait and see.” I watched him carefully.

“I can't wait.”