My eyes were quite stuck on him as he moved across the kitchen, his hands chopping off vegetables, seasoning the meat, setting the pan down and frying everything up while also taking a peek on what was already cooking in other pans.

The kitchen smelled divine, even more so after the long week where I convinced Ches to get everything in that place clean. And halfway neat. It was a little funny how he kept saying that he didn't know that he had so much space in to organize his things. Of course that they were slowly, but surely, going back into the chaotic mess they once were but there was some sort of comfort in the fact that it was at least clean.

I want to believe he also enjoys being in the clean environment.

I blinked a few times and looked down at my sketchbook, continue to doodle my companion and study the form and shapr of his body. I wonder... If he would know that I already know how it is truly and this is just so he feels appreciated. I wonder if he knows what I am. Sometimes he seems to have this air that he knows more than he lets on... But I can never be sure.

"Is it going to take too long still, darling?" I asked him, the deeper voice carried with testosterone quite scaring me a little. I can never get used to it "I'm hungry..."

I'm lying. I just want to talk to him and have his company.

"It shouldn't take too long now, babes. But I promise the wait will be worth it!" He said from the stove, looking back at me over the shoulder "This meat is soooo good you'll be like ba-zaaam!" He gestured with his hands longingly and I could tell he meant that I would get amazed.

"I'm sure of it." I giggled and looked up as he finished off with the meat and decided to wait for the rest of the food to finish cooking, walking back to the table and leaning to take a look on what I had drawn.

"Woooah! Is that me!? You're so good with this shit!" He took the sketchbook and grinned widely with the depictions of himself on the paper. "You even noticed this weird scar I have on me!?"

"I'm glad you like it." I chuckled, gently urging him to sit beside me and wrapped one of my arms around his back and pulled him closer "Well, it seems like we have some time. What do you want to do?"

He put the sketchbook away and looked back at me in thought to answer the question, but I already had one... I started to slowly get closer to him, smiling gently and feeling him wrap his arm around my waist and the other gently hold on my face.