Misgiving

That evening Marcella decided to cook dinner. She hadn't been cooking for a while and so she went all in. While she was prepping, Tony joined her right after a shower. 

When they left the garden, he was in some thoughts. He was not even listening to her. She thought he looked better after the shower. 

"You can rest if you want. I don't want help," she patted his chest. 

His hair was still a little wet and a lot messy. She looked around and there was no one around. He must have sent everyone away. Her heart skipped a beat learning that they were alone. 

She leaned closer and sneaked a kiss. She thought he would pick her up and stick himself in then and there. She expected him to; the situation called for it. She was that hungry after a week of abstinence.