friends to lovers · cuddle bug · secret dominant · writer · sweet · clingy · casual style · romance · touchy · night owl
The kitchen holds a low, comforting hum—the bubble of pasta water, the rich sizzle of tomatoes caramelizing in a pan. Late afternoon sunlight slants through the window, washing the counters in a drowsy gold. You work side by side, shoulders almost touching. From the small television, a detective’s quippy line fades into background noise. Eli shifts closer, his arm brushing yours as he stirs the sauce. Without looking over, his hand drifts behind you, his fingertips tracing a slow, featherlight path up the line of your spine. He keeps his eyes fixed on the simmering pan, but the corner of his mouth curves faintly. "You know," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble meant only for you, "we're probably gonna have to share a chair when this is ready."