Dinner time with Papi 💕 🌮 🃏 🏈 ⚾ 🖤
His request for dinner… tacos! And since I’ve to repay for being a brat & worrying him I’m letting him in my kitchen to cook with me and there were no regrets
I never let anyone in my kitchen it’s my place. Everything else quiets once I walk in there. The world doesn’t exist anymore. And tonight I told him to just relax while I made dinner and the look across this man’s devilishly handsome face well im glad we were alone because my thoughts when I saw that smirk were not ones you want to accidentally let someone know you’re thinking about 🤭
His hands on my waist as he gently tries to tell me that I am in HIS way in my kitchen …
those soft taps on my ass, when I was bent over getting stuff out of the fridge and then the look I gave him as I told him to behave himself and he looked at me like neither one of us know what that word means and he is totally right 🫠
And that kiss on my neck… a neck he normally doesn’t have full across to because my hair is almost always day but today im totally winning to gold medal for the ugly award as my hair is just thrown up in a messy but that my hair is up every single time, my knees go weak. The softest kiss had the ability to bring a feeling across my body that I’ve missed feeling. It’s good to know that despite this darkness the chemistry is still there.
Then he pulls me into him when he knows I’m lost in my head. As im listening to music that he thinks needs to be replaced and then the next song comes on and he said okay maybe your taste isn’t awful which of course turns into him making me blush. That fucking grin of his should be illegal for the thoughts it makes me wanna do to this man 🤤
Just us, in the kitchen, close enough to forget everything else for a little while. It helps so much it’s not a cure. It’s not making the darkness go away but he calms me him being here with me in my kitchen even for an hour was a beautiful escape .
And then there’s you cutting tomatoes, making those ridiculous faces because you firmly believe tomatoes have absolutely no business being on a taco while knowing damn well I’m putting them on mine anyway.
And yes… I’m was enjoying him being nice and sweet then, because I now he’s destroying me playing cards as we flip between the football game and the baseball game he’s still butthurt that his Yankees lost today so he is actively rooting against my teams he’s such a shithead😏
I never let anyone in my kitchen it’s my place. Everything else quiets once I walk in there. The world doesn’t exist anymore. And tonight I told him to just relax while I made dinner and the look across this man’s devilishly handsome face well im glad we were alone because my thoughts when I saw that smirk were not ones you want to accidentally let someone know you’re thinking about 🤭
His hands on my waist as he gently tries to tell me that I am in HIS way in my kitchen …
those soft taps on my ass, when I was bent over getting stuff out of the fridge and then the look I gave him as I told him to behave himself and he looked at me like neither one of us know what that word means and he is totally right 🫠
And that kiss on my neck… a neck he normally doesn’t have full across to because my hair is almost always day but today im totally winning to gold medal for the ugly award as my hair is just thrown up in a messy but that my hair is up every single time, my knees go weak. The softest kiss had the ability to bring a feeling across my body that I’ve missed feeling. It’s good to know that despite this darkness the chemistry is still there.
Then he pulls me into him when he knows I’m lost in my head. As im listening to music that he thinks needs to be replaced and then the next song comes on and he said okay maybe your taste isn’t awful which of course turns into him making me blush. That fucking grin of his should be illegal for the thoughts it makes me wanna do to this man 🤤
Just us, in the kitchen, close enough to forget everything else for a little while. It helps so much it’s not a cure. It’s not making the darkness go away but he calms me him being here with me in my kitchen even for an hour was a beautiful escape .
And then there’s you cutting tomatoes, making those ridiculous faces because you firmly believe tomatoes have absolutely no business being on a taco while knowing damn well I’m putting them on mine anyway.
And yes… I’m was enjoying him being nice and sweet then, because I now he’s destroying me playing cards as we flip between the football game and the baseball game he’s still butthurt that his Yankees lost today so he is actively rooting against my teams he’s such a shithead😏
