Damon let out a soft laugh as he opened the microwave. "Yes, ma'am. The legendary meal you've tried to heat up three times but never managed to actually turn on the microwave."
It was true. Every time Charlotte had gone to warm up the food, Damon had ended up pulling her close and penetrating her right then and there.
In the end, they only got to eat a few bites of cold food straight from the fridge.
"Well, at least we didn't completely destroy the kitchen," she joked, stepping off the couch and walking toward him.
As Damon poured the warm chicken stew into two bowls, Charlotte wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and pressed gentle kisses along his bare back.
"You smell really nice," she murmured with a soft smile, resting her head against him.
"I actually used your soap and shampoo," Damon chuckled. "Figured if I wanted to smell like your favorite scent, I might as well go straight to the source."
